Sitting, muttering as life hurries by,
My hope is to catch the pulse of the sea
Rolling in the deep ocean where the wind’s
Whip calls to the lone horizon’s searching.
The pull of the tide draws me to new lands.
New lands where puffins burrow to safety,
Where shade cools my eyes and herbs fill the air,
Where peace gathers me in beauty to rest.
I dream and the swell takes hold. It carries
Me down to the cold currents in the depths.
Here all of the world is dark. A living
Soup moving to some alien rhythm.
The teeth of the isle, flossed black by the salt
Lie low. Innocence, unseen in the deep
Holds hands with the moon’s cold force to reveal
Nightmare’s appetite, the rock’s gape, grinning.
Spare me from the wreck; bear me to the sands;
Set me on the shore to pass from the world
With waves as my dirge, the wind as my song,
All grief set aside in the cool morning