off to sea
to beach a memory bequeathed
an atavistic five sense meme
or the daily sensual dream of
a seething vestal silken in torn
wild seems ridden by wild horses
or laid satiated upon the whitest of sands
by gentle hands that caress undress
every dark thought of a day’s displeasure
the sun moon horizon sky land
being just there
where we are now and no
amount of thinking can unwind
the tides of thought sitting expressionless
unable to comprehend what was always known
but so rarely understood
this overwhelming happy grief that the sea has salted us
outside and inside
on land or sea
that somehow this is meant to be
or so it seems to me
drying off with a rough towel
this is the life
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