There is a tide
in the affairs of
-
me -
which seems tricky
to catch at the flood
.

All too often I
miss the wave
wave the bus on
by
step back
to stand beached
on the edge of ...
something.

A something
which clutches my ankle
as it washes over my feet
tugging
promising threat,
threatening promise;
whispering "Dive in -
I dare you."

But I dare
not
.