Distant Shore

Like a wave,
It comes over.

I struggle
Towards the shore,
The sea rising,
Bumping me up,
Down.

The beach seems distant,
Tiny figures walking,
Sounds drifting,
It is as if in a dream,
A known, unknown place.

I stop awhile,
Look to shore,
Look out to sea,
There is me,
In between.

To the shore
I turn again,
I swim on,
I always swim on,
… back to the shore.