ocean,
how could the gulls,
whose eyes are
fixed on it,
receive all it knows
as it is that?
They stare as only
birds can,
as if some fish
of insight
will rise through
its white,
rasp what it is
and what it means
and why it
mesmerizes,
Or are these things
for the mind
to drop,
the mind over all
that wants to
know?
Irretrievable the waves
and their slow
reaching for a touch
and knowing
in a moment
it will never come,
but trying again,
for as long as it takes
to be at peace
with what is,
The gift of lovelessness
that looks so beautiful,
the white,
the horizon,
so happy we are trying
to get to it,
hearts drawn in sand,
couples and their hands,
. love is all we know.
