I get it
I don’t get it
17 long years
all the low tides followed by all the high tides
& more low tides
so many enemies
a swing’s chain breaks on one side
I got you
you think it’s a game, you are laughing
it is a game
a game we lost
17 years ago
what’s it like
go ask Sponge Bob
what’s it like
17 years of low tides
walking out into it
the awaiting sea
sit there
build 17 sand castles
collect 17 shells
welcome it all
all the grief
inside of me
17 years since Jamie
17 years
an eternity
holding on to sand
waiting
for the tides to come back in
17.

April 24, 2019
©David P. McNeeley