the tide rises, the tide falls | an oceanic literary magazine
The ocean is deep, dark, and wide
I hear her talk to me.
Maybe one day I’ll go for a swim
Going, on and on and on and on and on and on
until my muscles scream they can no longer
Maybe one day she’ll carry me to shore.
I do not think she will.
Maybe one day I will stand on the beach
watch her beat the shore
watch her climb ever slowly
and let the water bury me in sand.
Maybe one day she says that I can join her.
I will tell her that I cannot.
Maybe one day I’ll sail upon her.
The trust a man has in his boat
should never be greater
than his distrust of the sea.
Maybe one day the waves are an embrace.
Can you love someone you don’t trust?
Today I will dream of her,
the gentle rocking lulling me to sleep,
Maybe one day I’ll sleep with her
far beneath the surface.
Taylor Greene is an archaeologist living in Mississippi. His work is largely inspired by his lived experience in, and the nature of, the American South. You can find him on Twitter and Instagram @olemiss_archy.