The choppy crossing back to shore
reveals this, deeper still,
a way of working with excellence
until you know everything
that can be done is done
and, feeling this respite,
accept that it is still not enough
because the one working hard
to fulfil exactly their capacity
just does not exist.

This is why we love,
all the little waves
which have nothing to do
with what another can give us,
but rather hint at what they can show us
about our own depth
and what it means to find rest,
to finally abide
on this island of self,
sure there is no other
paradise we need.