I have been paddling against the tide.
If I use strong strokes, I can maintain my position.
In sight of the shore of my intended landing.
If I weaken, I get pulled out farther and farther.
Into the deep, wild sea that may bring me down.
I am tired. I am older.
I wait for the tide to turn and bring me in,
but it hasn’t.
I am ready to put down the paddle.
Let the tide have me.
Maybe I have been headed toward the wrong shore all these years
and fate has kept me from landing
in the wrong place.