sea

some days you hit the zone
where you can watch your own
actions and interactions.
the rough edges
being rubbed smooth
with the passing of a day.
the places where you are
dragged under the
drama of the day,
swirled and tossed
in the swell,
grabbing for the shore.
wary afterwards about
venturing near.

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