We Met On The Beach

Since I have given up the feathery 

Confused

Episodes of Self-Doubt,

I must say

I must confess, actually, that I remain vulnerable to the whim of anxiety.  And while it eats at me, I know I have to face it. So I replace it with creation.  

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We met on the beach a long time ago

Before we knew we met

Before I recognised you on the other side

where the waves brought in

something different all the time.

And we look inside,

Separately.

Working all the time takes its toll on you baby.

It does but if we don't work,

who stays up at night to build all the worlds

that our own work fashions out of us? 

What nocturnal monster

lies awake hungry and anxious?

Well we look inside,

Separately. 

I meet you down the street.

You - in your suit. Tall.

And I want to hold you like we did

that first night. 

But you don't hold me;

You just look at me. 

We look inside,

Separately. 

And we never met on the beach at all,

and our work will stay put if we walk away

like we did that first time I tried

to walk away from you

but you stopped me because

of the Anxiety. 

People don't change. 

We look outside,

Together. 

At this world of ours that 

Stays the same. 

So we talk as if we didn't look inside each other

this whole time,

As if I don't know your demons

and as if you don't know mine. 

Under this ethereal realm of 

Upper Class Talk,

you reach out for me in the 

centre of our round ocean living above us

at this table

in this bar

at this moment

in this city

and I - 

Reach back.