by ~this-epiphany
there is no word for this in any language,
but there should be:
     the opposite of shipwrecked.
     the moment amidst the waves when you know, finally,
     that you have lost the shore. that is—

     the resolute heart. the weight in your stomach
     with the first and last heave of hull against sand
     before you’re drifting.

     the compulsion to drown all
     of your horizons, to lose yourself
     somewhere that no one will ever find you.

     the giving in. the stark moment of honesty
     between you and water and sky and water and sky and
     the god, maybe, that you were never sure of before now.

     the need that drove you to lose every shoreline.
     the second
     you know that you’ve succeeded.