Testing the Waters

i found myself staring at the sea
astonished at the way it reflects me
how restless it is as it travels to bay
and yet sublime in its stillness in may

i’ve coasted far and longer shores
to catch the breeze and hear its lores
the depth of the waters reaching out
trying to wash away all forms of doubt

i neared with thoughts of no turning back
as my poor self cries for a sense of lack
alas!, another part of me shouts retreat
fearing the mystery, in my worldly conceit

the days here are but grains of sand
stretched by time; end not known to land
testing the waters before i lay to rest
ere the sun makes its way to the west

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