I swam along a Pacific highway—
not as a fish, but as a lost traveler.
I did not know where I was going,
but unlike the fish, I had to wonder.
I questioned my place in the world,
and wondered which way I should go.
There was no place for me there,
so I swam out of the ordinary flow.
I sailed forward while you sailed away,
leaving my heart dead in a suitcase.
All I saw now were unfamiliar faces
in a world filled with terrifying places.
I watched as all the trees passed me by—
but they weren’t the ones floating along.
I swam down a path I no longer knew,
and realized then that the path was wrong.