Tides of Self

Being by the sea makes me a different person

Calmer

More relaxed

More myself

I do nothing I would not otherwise do

Yet here it feels new and fresh

Like the beach is new and fresh

After each tide rolls in

Scouring away the debris of the day to reveal a surface both fresh and ancient

Am I scoured fresh by the sea?

Is who I was blown away like a frit?

Was it always so ephemeral, being them?

And if they, so ephemeral, can affect me thus

Who does that make me then?

As changeable as the sea

As hard to grasp

In constant flux

Ever changing

Then I am a woman

A woman’s nature to be as the sea

To change with their seasons

Responding to the weather of ourselves

The storms of others

I come to the sea and it reveals me