I breathe its mist arising from the rocky shores below
Hear its waves slap against the rocks of ages
The gulls screech and the wind whistles from on high
The salt sea air burns my nostrils
And yet the soothing seaweed aroma prevails.

How many waves have washed these shores since
the beginning of time?
What wind sent the first wave on its way?
Surely the profundity of the oceans can unravel such concerns.
Surely nothing can be so vast, so deep, so overwhelming as to not
rise and clarify.
They were always there at the beginning and before I am sure.
It saw it all and knows it all I am certain.

I shall lie down on the beach, listen to the wisdom of the waves and wait.
And if the answers are still not here by night
I will feast my eyes on the universe of stars on high
And surely that myriad can answer why.
But if not I can no longer abide this abyss and I must die.

06/25/2011