There is a tide
in the affairs of -
me -
which seems tricky
to catch at the flood.
All too often I
miss the wave
wave the bus on
by
step back
to stand beached
on the edge of ...
something.
A something
which clutches my ankle
as it washes over my feet
tugging
promising threat,
threatening promise;
whispering "Dive in -
I dare you."
But I dare
not.