Uncaught Waves

Do you remember? You took me to the sea, the wind howling loud, 

you and I. Youth felt invincible, stronger than the northern gusts, 

where I longed to capture the waves, while you sought only to

capture me.  

In the endless stretch of the North Sea, it felt as  

though we could outrun the land itself, as if   

somewhere within the boundless waveslay  

something grander, far more beautiful than the shore. 

We chased each other through the sand, our feet

swallowed whole. Yet this escape of ours 

was never more than an illusion.  

We fled toward the gulls and caught the waves,  

yet whispered to ourselves that we were   

never once chasing them. 

What if, in that moment, we had confessed?  

Perhaps, we’ll never know  

for the waves eluded us, tethering   

as always to the shore.