The only thing I wanted to do was fall asleep.
Not be sucked out by an undertow 1000 feet from shore.
I looked down into the water and thought I saw a tentacle,
it was too deep to know for sure,
so, I tried not to think about it.
Instead, I watched the surface for fins
until the lifeguard reached me
and her crawl stroke pulled me in.
I had a naive love of the ocean until that day,
when I realized I’d become a signature dish
of simply a larger tidal pool buffet.
Now there are rivers on the news swallowing up whole counties,
houses drifting to that sea,
a dog paddling to the nearest roof.
There’s an avalanche of absolutely awful news on
every morning now
and the ocean, which includes glaciers
and everything alive that helps keep all of us in balance,
seems greedier than usual.
And while its during times like these
that you see complete strangers helping each other out
and compassion is everywhere,
I can’t help but think there’s a kind of education happening,
and that this is all just life’s way of helping us wake up,
and that we could use a little more help with that yet.
Though I like to think we’re beginning to learn about that.
Imagine what it would be like if news programs showed news anchors
being more neurotic, looking around the room
not knowing what to say,
and without a laughter clearing,
remaining on the air in that floating feeling for a while,
shining through to our living rooms
that they don’t know what to do about the news
or what to think about being in such deep water.