The Delaware Ocean

distance shouldn't matter,
but your distance is a problem.
when a river becomes an ocean
and an ocean presents an end.

I know.
I said before I didn't know what I want.
That still falls under the category of truth.
And so does the fact that I won't commit first,
when I feel like I'd be the only one involved.
That river that you cross every day,
that river has come to feel like an ocean.

And even though an ocean has a horizon,
promising more with every glance,
it also has a shore.
And that shore is the ending.
It's within your reach, but it's out of my hands.

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Written October 8 -- for a local boy leaving me for San Francisco in December.
Why do all the good ones go to California? As if I needed another reason to hate "perfect" CA. Anyway, I'll miss this one a lot. And it surprises me. After 8 years, I'm tired of fishing. Of baiting, the long battle of wills to follow, snapped lines, and losing a keeper. Or, in some cases, finding a catch-and-release. The Jersey Fish isn't a voluntary c&r. It felt like he was already halfway to the Pacific when I found him, though, and that's just too far for any reel to reach.