I was once amongst the waves
one of many slaves to the rhythm of the tides
and I danced to the beat of the beach
half-naked and part of the sublime
picture of which were the images of summer
and I was a child of sun, surf, sand, and sea.
That was me, long ago, until my body
faltered, broke down, out of kilter, kidney lost
and I needed a new blood filter, and rendered
land-locked and dry for a half year and then some
until I’ve become one who felt trapped more than free
imprisoned in this body which crashed because of my tendency
to excess and recklessness and the duress I put upon myself.
And I am sorry, for the sadness and the darkness
and I apologise that this is all I speak of and think of
and mull over and over and over and that I’ve forgotten
how to be a friend.
But this is not the end,
I’ve still got some fight left in me and this will just be
a blip in my history as I breathe in my second wind
and I’ll push myself further and further against all odds
and reclaim my seat amongst the gods
and I’ll find myself back at the beach,
my body scarred and bruised but all mended
and swimming once more, my friends at the shore,
and once again a part of a picture perfect summer.