to where i began
no foundation
to stand on,
always feel like the
sand beneath my
feet is going to give out;
will i be falling through
stars until i land in
the right universe?
i can't shake the feeling
that this is the wrong one,
no one seems to
understand me here;
and no one has ever loved
me the way i needed
to be loved—
no one seems capable
of appreciating me and all of
my magic,
perhaps i just need to
let the sand be washed away;
maybe the ocean can
take me back to where i began
and i can find my home and
these restless bones of mine
can find rest.
-linda m. crate