I am the seemingly tireless tide
dragging itself at last away from the shore
to withdraw into the shifting bulk of myself,
having once and for all decided
that I no longer have any interest
in merging with the land.
I harbor no desire to be one with a body
that, given a chance, would merely absorb me.
I am a heaving, pulsing mass
with no need for the shore's illusion of stability.
After all these years I have wearied of trying
to combine our separate beings.
I bare my teeth and hiss at you through the foam.
From now on I content myself
with taking tiny pieces of you into myself,
with slowly, steadily wearing you away.