There are moments of peace.
Even on this rocky coast
With its dismal grey
There are grasses in the summer.
There are moments
When the shore becomes the sky,
When the light becomes more
Than this spinning Jenny
Spreading nowhere
But a reply
That seems to come
Within,
From a non-existent center,
A momento of completion
In the continual swirl of
Rain against wind,
Ship against ocean,
Toy against children ...
The two of us, here,
Can never agree,
Yet we spend all our days
Together,
Still looking for the universal
In the common sea.
