By M. Ocampo McIvor
You lap at my feet on the shore,
caressing, cajoling,
assuring me: Today is not a day
for fury,
though your waves be a breath away
from mischief.
If I swim across your silver surf
would you buoy me up,
keep me afloat?
I’d be no use to you
lifeless,
unless you seek a sacrifice—
do you?
I fear the secrets that you hold
yet am eager to discover them;
nothing on earth is as vast
or as ancient as you,
nothing as wise or
indifferent.
You are where I begin,
and as you are, so I
shall never
end.
M. Ocampo McIvor was born in the Philippines, raised in Toronto, Canada, and currently calls both Toronto and Seattle home. She is the author of Ugly Things We Hide and Who Knows You Best. Learn more about her work, including her latest novel-in-progress about a boy, a boat, magic, and destiny, on mocampomcivor.com.

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