“How to survive a rip-current, first don’t fight it.”

“How to survive a rip-current, first don’t fight it.”

I read the headline in a tabloid.

And I thought, this is my one and hardest lesson,

Don’t run away. Jonah tried and was swallowed,

And spit back.

I spend my days running from myself. Pushing against the waves

And currents that run within and through me.

An impossible task.

At best I tread water, and tire.

At worst, in my fight and fury

I don’t see

The moonlight picked out

Across the cresting waves,

And don’t feel the ocean’s drunken wild power,

Don’t feel, under the cold, her warm embrace.

O Lord, return me to myself, return me to the ocean,

I say, and then remember,

I never left.

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