I S L A N D G E T A W A Y

move me through your oceans.

my tide lapses. now,

withdrawals, 

shaking isles and i am quaking.

you have not gone.

i feel the loss of (something)

drain me of buoyancy.

i go 

up and down

on salt water rivers.

wavering.

time moves

slow, immersed

in tidal dreams.