Anticipation
Like the sea
Each moment holds onto
A molecule
Of the next without
Breaking
Never becoming
One
Asymmetrical thing moving with symmetry
A wave of inspiration rising –
Fizzling with a memory or hope
It carries you alive (though not itself living)
Towards a shore full of things
You can touch or hold – then it
Breaks
Under gravity's mighty pull below
And you're submerged again
Your lungs are clenching for air
Until next time
You anticipate the possibility of being alive
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