A Choice

Helena Louise Borozan

The waves are cyclical

Uncaring beasts of time

Crashing in perfect measure every

Seven seconds

And sucking backwards as I ponder their

Writings on the sand

Hoping the never-ending nature has left behind clues

For a single child of the world

But the lack of signs, a sign in itself

Nature does not stop her rampage

No mouth, yet she must scream

And her onyx waves will not cease, whether I wish it

Or not

Pebbles and sandpipers and driftwood

All around, murmuring their assent to life

Existence in its purest, most unbothered form

Yet it’s terribly lonely

I want to wail at the moon and toss an offering to

The waves

Let them take me for something bigger than this

Anything besides being left wondering

Half of no whole

But then the sandpipers hop over and around

A faint remembering

My blood is cyclical, too

Waves within

Will ebb and flow, Tui and La

Never ending

Drift with the wood

Search for the resting place

The beach, the fat drooping moon

Uncaring, perhaps

But as good a place as any

Ouroboros

Hi there! My name is Helena, and I'm a junior dual-majoring in English Lit and Communications. I started writing in therapy in middle school, and from then on, it blossomed into my preferred form of art and expression. A lot of my poems deal with existential questions or human relationships, mostly because those evoke strong emotions within me. I think all of life is a collision, but this work in particular came to me from a memory in Forks, Washington. I think the collision of nature, forces of the earth, mortality, and existence rings throughout the work. I hope it can resonate with others!