pm poetry

The way you wait
to eat, sleep,
and take on the day
until everything in your soul
is just so-
waiting for the sea
in your chest to calm
before setting sail.

Always,
you embark
on smooth waters-
are serenaded by whales
while you glide
through Gibraltar.

Throughout your voyage,
you’ll lounge,
with salt-tousled hair
and sun-kissed cheeks,
and though I set sail
weeks before,
you’ll arrive at the
same time as me.

But you won’t be
wind-weary or
wobbly-legged
from tussling
choppy breaks.

Not like me-
all sun-blistered
and sway-haggard
from battling
tempestuous
straits.