Ocean of Grain

My dance has gone out of style.

Life's two left feet,

Have made me curiously stumble.

This admiration for an estranged feeling,

Has no liquid left to pour.

In alcoholica I am Moses.

Parting reality like a sea.

This is what happens

When the sea comes crashing back

Washing away everything

Including the life-preserver

That had never been reserved.

I am a strong swimmer.

Even though the liquid is deep.

I am tired of holding my breath.

Sinking is no longer an option.

I will swim on the surface.

Believing my maiden, motivation, will be there to guide me.

We had a falling out.

Which is what led me to this place.

Only to find out

That treading water

Never leads to anything.

I have forgotten days,

months.

Mornings I have awakened

Possibly to remember stitches,

Of blurs and blacks the night before.

Furthermore,

I cannot become one of them

One of the lifeless bodies floating

Atop the gradient colors of grain meshed aqua.

The life-preserver is me

Saving myself

Granting myself passage

To a place I forget to see.

I have started searching th horizon.

As the vast ocean becomes shallow

My feet touch the ground

I stroll to the surface

My maiden will meet me there.