jetty

I am just like that spit of land,
extending a long finger into
the waters that surround me:
testing them,
at times, lying low,
other times, feeling the tides
wash over me,
removing the detritus
and the debris --
scoured and dried;
cleaned of what invaded me,
reborn
retooled
reshaped,
perhaps just once to be
once again --
the one who is really me.



May 3, 2009.

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