journey with me won’t you
come to the edge of the water
out past the cliff, down by the
shore
won’t you explore with me
like a spelunker a cave, the
journeyers the wave
each one piling on the other
begging to be known
with the body,
all of it, wet and wild,
deliciously cold and
slippery with seaweed
dangling from our toes.
You know there is harmony
in rhythm. You know there
is cosmic sequence in their
order, wave after wave.
You know you will rise and fall
with each breath it takes, the sea
so mysterious in its darkness out beyond
the horizon. Come, see. Come, see
for yourself. Come, sea.
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