I watch the water roll out

After hearing that the water is rolling in.

I hear a metaphor for the conflicts in life – in my life.

As I sit at the exact place — Camden — where so much has rolled in and out

I ask: Am I rolling in?

Is my thinking rolling out?

Are there tides?

Is there a chart?

Where is the moon?

I feel I am rolling in and out.

I think of the friends, the women who have rolled out.

I meet new friends, new women.

Are they rolling in?

Is there a chart?

Where is the moon?