Poem: Born for Dirt

Should you challenge
the sea and find

unsure of which way is up or down
Would she swallow you
into the darkest depths of her belly or

spit you out on shore
Yet wildly clean

a machine
scraped of worldly gunk
built up from the residue of
daily functioning and
bad coping mechanisms.

Leaking and bewildered
salt and sand in every orifice to
render you new and ready to face the world again

walk the land, taller
born for dirt.