meanwhile, the throbbing sea [1993]

I think I'll sit
right here
and ponder
the mysteries of the universe
wetting my feet
in the spot
just before
the sand dries out

hold in your hand
granules
lines older than time itself
too many to number
each grain a story
to tell.

the waves
they run
their endless errand
rushing
to the edge
and pulling back
just before
the sand dries out

gaze through the mist
dreams
love older than time itself
too distant to touch
the sea's rhythm not yours
to hold

I peer
into the sunset
trying to catch
the eye of someone
who will sit
and ponder the mysteries
and hold me until
the sand dries out.