I have been living
closer to the ocean than I thought
in a rocky cove2 thick with seaweed.
It pulls me down when I go wading3.
Sometimes， to get back to land
takes everything that I have in me.
Sometimes， to get back to land
is the worst thing a person can do.
Meanwhile， we are dreaming：
The body is innocent.
She has never hurt me.
What we love flutters in us.