On the shore I linger, willing and waiting,
My purpose is there, briny and baiting.
Waves of hesitation erode stony turf,
I see answers adrift beyond foamy surf.
Promises bathe deep in my soul,
Elusive and wary, this tiresome shoal.
Abyssal paradise; a fathomless mind,
Obscure, unsure, impossible to bind.
This mariner’s garden, divine to perceive,
A remarkable prize, I may never receive.
Immersed I pursue, endurance my guide,
Hopelessly hoping for the turn of the tide.