I Have Been Living

I have been living

closer to the ocean than I thought—

in a rocky cove thick with seaweed.

It pulls me down when I go wading.

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.

This poem appeared in House of Poured Out Waters by Jane Mead, published by University of Illinois Press, 2000.

10.09.2026

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