Flotsam

11 July 2013

No one was really popular back then,
or if they were, there was a different standard
that had little to do with what we wore
or who we dated.

Longevity was key, and few had it.
Most of us came and went like tides
and the flotsam they deliver,
then drag back out.

I never thought of myself as part of the beach.
I always felt odd-man-out until now. It's clearer
twenty years on--we were all flotsam. No one really
belonged on those beaches, though some stayed put
longer than others, estranged in a different sense.
We belonged together on the waves, or longing
from the beach, bound by memories,
tears and letters;

We belonged on the waves, moving,
always moving,
waiting to see the next beach,
wondering if this or this or this would finally be
the place we never leave.