The Sea

There are a thousand things to watch besides the sea:
passers-by, airplanes, long-tailed kites
wrestling upward in reckless maneuvers.
There are things less constant: fireflies,
comets, uncertain bursts
of silver light.

And yet we walk, over and over,
to the jagged edge

to watch the shapeless waves:
imagining that, beyond,
there might be, still,
some undiscovered country--
a place we cannot name

to watch the dark sea move:
as vast and boundless
as a forgotten dream