you’ll find
that
sometimes
there are no words
to explain it all,
to understand life;
that is, nothing exactly
can come close.

Like, God, who
I’m always asking, for
about Love,
mostly since I doubt
ever settling on
Home, because I can
never just seem
to be still, and okay
with not knowing.

these come in waves
to steal sand
from the shorelines
even in those inland parts
of my state,
where I had drawn
a line in the sand—
later to forget
where it was, or
why I thought
I could
be so certain.
perhaps
someone came,
someone new,
some person
came and walked over it,
took it from me, and
said it didn’t matter,
anyways. So instead,
I just kept on walking
in danger of getting hurt
though I never would
truly know.