Poem: My Swo Tides

My Swo Tides

by Me

Fanciful ties to wandering children
Abstract loss of life
There are two separate levels
At once
Coexisting, and supporting each other.
These are the “out” and the “in.”
One is like a mirror,
Reflecting societal glee.
The other, like a pond,
Streches deep down
Into me.
And the In never changes,
And sometimes they meet.
Never often, often never.
Making me complete.