Good When We Die

Good When We Die

Art
Kate Jane Villanueva
Media Staff

You are not carried downstream by a river
But the ocean rocks you back and forth
Dragging you farther and farther away
Ever so incrementally
Until I cannot see you beyond the horizon

I cannot imagine a set destination
Rather a mysterious expanse
With depths greater than my comprehension;
The reaches of my mind end
Before your body ceases its travel

I keep calling out, begging you to swim
home 
But fate is bigger than us.
And even if you returned,
The feeling of the waves,
The feeling of being carried away
Would not leave your body.