False Footing

I walk along the rocks. Like jagged knives They tear into my flesh, and so I bleed. I know I’ve walked this shore a hundred times; Until now, it’s always been kind to me. The ocean waves have gnawed upon my toes Their salty remnants caking me in white. The ocean always hates to see me go; A whisper in the violent screams of night. I walk until I feel a softer sand— It crawls into the worn parts of my feet. And though I feel that this must be God’s plan, I wonder why I feel so incomplete. * Tonight I took one thousand steps untrue; And as I kissed the moon, I thought of you.