I’ve been told that love is like an ocean
Deep, alluring, pulling, drowning
Well, I have touched
Two oceans and three seas
And, I must admit,
I could not feel you in them.

I guess I could see you in
The golden glitters that were
The gifts of the sun
That danced and amazed
as they
Flitted in and out of existence

But, really, you are more of a glow
Than a glitter, that stays as warmth
And love
Never flits, never varies,
And you would never blind my eyes
And make me look away

You were not in the waves either
Though the teasing and receding
Were somewhat familiar
Like your fleeting glances
That could be seen by all
But were felt, just by me
But there was one
That slipped away the sand
Beneath my feet and
Disappeared into many like it
Never seen again
You couldn’t be there, could you?

And love-and the ocean-
Didn’t drown didn’t overwhelm me
Though honestly I was too scared
To plunge into the deep waters.
Meanwhile, here’s this photograph
Of merely the surface

(Maybe if you were here
We would have dived together
Explored together)