Sea Song

My thoughts turn to the sea: there the convolutions of time deliquesce into

wavelike ease, closer to the rhythms of myself.

It is where the gannet, the curlew

are my fondest companions.  

Look: a black sea bird

perhaps a Phalacrocorax carbo

in a seashell

of eyes

on a coast of floating souls.

Her dark echoes fade, fade

into the furious light.

O my Calypso,

I am stuck from view,

concealed by a magic sea.

The sea moves

in ancient gestures

calling on the land

to give up her fight

& join him in the ebb & flow

where time is slow

& death is not the end.

The sea & the sea song of the sea-bells.

The sea & his salt-sour kisses. It is there

that I will come

to nothing & cease becoming;

turn to nothing, cease returning.

Until then: the sea.

Until then. This is my song. There is no other.