Destination Unknown - Poetry from Yours Truly

Last night I dreamt of thousands of pieces
of cardboard floating in the sea

dispersing in so many directions, I could not follow them all.

They moved at an alarming rate -
to the north, to the east, and to the west.

But never towards me, only away.

The further I swam towards them, 

the further I removed myself from the shore's safety.

Some things we are supposed to let go of, 

things we're not meant to grasp, lament over, or decipher

And yet, I wanted those pieces.

I needed those pieces.

I swam further until my muscles ached 

and my breathing became shallow.

I swam until the pieces disappeared along the horizon.

I swam until I was paralyzed with despair. 

Those pieces once belonged to a box.

The box to a package. 

The package to a destination.

That destination?  

Unknown.

xo
Rach