#2134 - the sea

 

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the sea

 

the sea is always coming

from farther than you can ever imagine

brings a wind brings it

 

lovely this ocean of it all

like a sky laid under

salt

and a rough rolling thing

 

the sea

and one of seven they say

but you know they’re all connected

 

one end ice

and somewhere seas boil

or else a fire of oil

who lit?

 

once were fish

now nets have had all

 

there is a hook in the sea

we dredge it

 

if there’s a plug

it would take some heave

 

a wave is hidden in there

another comes along

 

it’s breathless

it’s rising

there’s drowning under

 

if I face it – inexhaustible

the all day sea

a late opener

 

a plank and float

that’s the idea

 

oars, a galley

sails and blow away

 

but the sea rolls back

a tempest too

 

unfathomable

and those are pearls

eyes of a sea once said

 

it washes off

as it washes up

 

the moon is involved in this

dry bone

 

a puddle writ large

 

it’s far inland

one wishes the sea

on an ancient now dusty desert bed

 

though more is sunk below

 

must have rained a lot somewhere once

 

there’s a Monday morning of it now

the sea and guess again