words

1.

the sky is a faint blue-grey today--

last i was here, it was a silver tone,

lit from behind by the sun

and in front by the fog

the lit-up fog blurred the boundaries

between the sea and the sky

moreso than usual

they felt at one.

today the sea is receding

away from me

that's just how the tides go

the flat sky and flat sand

ring similar to one another.

2.

there is always a strange

duality of movement at the ocean

as i watch its edges,

breathing

the waves are always rolling

towards me, beckoning

but, sometimes the tide draws it towards me as a whole

while other visits, other days,

other months,

it pulls itself away--

like a memory

3.

i found a pinecone

laying across the flat sand,

deserted by the sea

and out of place

to begin with

its surface is beautiful

from the encounter

4.

what would happen to me,

if i followed you into the ocean?

it would be familiar and pleasant

at first

i'm very used to the rhythm of

the wind against my skin, through

my hair

i know well the musical sounds of

the rolling waves

and the lapping waves

and the distant waves

and i've felt them run across

my bare feet before

and i've felt them rush up onto

my bare shins before

and i've felt them press down onto

my bare body before

take me to the ocean