Your Waters [pc]
I meet you in the morning
But you don’t let me near;
A deep gulf separates us.
It’s filled with brackish water
Stagnating so even the birds stay clear.
Between the saltwater and the dunes
Are my feet, unwilling to get wet.
Beyond the shore break beckons.
How do I reach you?
I’m not a bird to wade over
Though I’m a fish for your waters.