Circles Make Tides

I don't usually post messages with my writing, but it has been a minute since I last posted on here! This is mainly becuase I just finished up another busy semester and have had very little free time to write independent of my school work. So, I wanted to share a piece that I have been working on throughout the semester in my advanced poetry class. This piece was is part of my final portfolio for the course and one that I actually wrote while driving home from work one day at the beginning of this quarantine. I won't say much about it other than that it was inspired by disruption of routines or cycles in our daily existence due to the global pandemic. And that perhaps those routines, either the ones that have become broken in recent months or that have completely crumbled, are items in our lives that need rethinking. Cycles that need refreshing.
I hope everyone is happy and healthy! Thank you all for your support <3

Circles Make Tides 

Crashing waves intrude upon the sand

Lapping again and again

Taking hostage the particles 

And holding them,

Thrashing about, 

In the blue palm

Of its cold clutch

The salinity of the water 

Feasts upon the contents

Drifting in the blackening wake

Broken metal and shards of glass

Deposited there by the same invading hands

That erode and return those objects

Back out to sea

The destruction of such things

Becomes essential 

In their death

Comes life for all

How will you die, in the end?

Fighting endlessly for one more breath

Sinking inevitably lower still

Perhaps your lifeless

gas-filled carcass

Will rise to the occasion then

Breaching the surface of the water

Or maybe

You will stay

Suspended 

Somewhere between 

The intrusive hands

And his crushing blue depths 

And you will hear the sound of an Orca whale crying

Swimming ignorantly

Toward a fate as hollow and lonely 

As your own

And so, 

The cycle persists 

In ramparts black and blue.