The estuary patiently waits for the fluid blanket of the sea to come caressing it once again
Quietly it bears its vulnerable body to this harsh natural world
Sure in its belief that symbiosis will begin again
Were i that confident?
But all i see are the bleak lonely pools and fragile bones laid bear
To be pecked and preyed upon by uncaring things
Reminding me of what i once had
That i was protected and purposeful
At peace with the world
Safe
But now i am nothing but an empty channel
Shaped and abused by time and geology.
My emotions governed by the ebbs and flows of a non committal sea
Uncertain of who i am meant to be
But still it\'s the nature of my heart
Like an estuary of what will come and go and what will change and blend
Each tide beyond my control
Chaos when the sea meets rivers end