for what it’s worth
i’ve never been in the ocean
oh, i’ve been to it, i’ve seen it,
marveled at the vast expanse of
nothingness that equals everything
but i’ve never dipped my toes.
chances are, i never will,
me being a fire sign and all
hot, hot, always burning myself out
before anyone can douse my flame
content to sit with the embers.
i’ve never been to the moon
either and i’m okay with that,
who wants to travel all that distance
and besides, i’m fairly certain
she looks better from afar.
i spend my days in my backyard
which makes me small and rather
boring, but i don’t need to swim (or
drown) in a salty vat of bitter sorrow
i’ve got this puddle at my feet,
this reflection that paints blue sky
as well as any maxfield parrish and
every so often a water bug stops by
to skim the surface, creating
ripples the size of tsunamis.