am looking upon the ocean’s steadfast magnificence
a poem allowing itself to be surfacing
and to be known
the ocean is awash with waves
the white capped waters leaping
upon the rocks piled high
whose siren calls are singing
“wash over us
wash over us…”
a passing of white pillowing clouds across the ocean sky
the human sign reads “fishing getty only”
yes
and there is far more
a continuing conversation
between heaven and earth
whose sounds we may hear
and whose meaning we may understand
if we listen closely
