The Ocean's Call

I close my eyes
and hear the rushing sound of the ocean calling me
the tide yearning for my skinny frame to come
come and dive into it
and swim farther and farther
until the shores of my troubles are but a mere speck
but I am many miles away 
in a small room, illuminated by the soft glow of my computer screen
but even here in this distant place 
I can still hear the gulls screaching 
the waves lapping 
the world breathing in and out with the tide
I can still hear the sounds of my watery world calling me
calling me to come home.