Dear Ocean,
Sarah Farkasosky
You terrify me.
I bottle
my thoughts and,
trusting you,
cast them
out to sea.
Please take them far away from here,
I admit
It is not only you
I fear.
I hope they may drown out there,
or the bottle may
break
from the salt it wears.
Rebounding around the walls in my head,
I would much rather watch them
thrash
against the rocks instead.
A quiet mind I finally greet,
I just hope,
Bottle,
you don't find feet.