Note: This is a continuation of [wind in hair, glancing offshore].

swim with both legs
afloat amidst the tide
as inside I grip these thoughts
half-hidden, barely alive

eyes shoreward, alone
locked focus in a chaos of waves
in this tempest I find
my dreams, still lit in the haze

liquids upon liquids;
I waver between trust and despair
riding this typhoon of confusion
praying hope into the air

swim with both legs
in suspension, sinking demands
adrenaline aiding survival
in this storm of uncertain hand