Dry Ocean

By Emily Zielinski

The sea in its looming glory/shines brighter than any star in the Milky Way/
Its enormous figure/presents itself as microscopic/and i seem to be in the middle of it
I am lost at sea/waving to myself from the seaside/
I watch myself drown/as i wipe the gritty sand from my feet/
The ocean is dry/i feel its water fill my lungs and I choke on the tide/
The ocean is dry/i try to claw my way out/my fingernails bleed/i can’t swim/
On shore the land is dry/and the sun is hot/and everything is as it should be/
But the ocean is a god with no rhyme or reason/
I can make sense of it if i try/with my own twisted ideology everything makes sense/
But how accurate am I/if I’m on the shore/and i won’t even help myself/