If you need a rest

From bombardments of a messy

Life.

If you find holes in your shoes,

After walking across the street

Again and again.

If you feel the weight of your choices

You made in a stupor.

If you need a new mirror

In which to see yourself.

If your life starts crumbling

Like ancient brick towers.

If you break down in memory

Of what all went wrong,

Exploding overhead

Like flak cannons of vengeance

That smell your fear

And blood.

 

I recommend the ocean.

I recommend a brief escape,

Frenzied at first, but

Hopeful at last.