Undertow

My toes squish and slosh
trying to hold ground 
in the grainy wet sand
of today 
 
While my gaze
is transfixed on  
sepia toned images of yesterday 
flickering along the ever nearing horizon 

wave after wave 
of restless memory slams the shore
berating it for not holding on to me

wave after wave of grief
pulls me that much farther out to sea
berating me for not holding on to it

my heels press desperately 
toes pointing north 
like a compass 
trying to dig my way back
to the wispy dry shore

The undertow
dragging me 
away from the sirens 
of tomorrow 

The undertow 
salt water tears 
finally welcome me
to the home I crave