I Am

I Am

I felt the sand,

the dust from the sea obscuring my vision,

the flapping wings overhead, the dizzying view

Time is the movement of sky, a final inhalation

before sinking below

I am the pull, the tug of darkness as you breathe me in

the rest of the world slipping away.

I am the harbor in which you cling,

paralyzed with fear, and you are afraid to let me go

I will not cry out or beg

I am not a choice to be made

I am the horizon in the distance

your solace in the storm of confusion

if only you could see what I see

Angela Minard 2012©