Saturday, January 4, 2020


O the simple rules
obeyed by ocean waves.
O the difficulties

complexity faces
trying in vain
to mimic those movements—

the smooth morning rolls
and the unabashed afternoon sighing;
the silent fortitude

ordained by the moonlight
and the painless breaking
away overnight

of form from its
inevitable function.
So this then

is the crest
and the pinnacle—
the refusal of flow

to relinquish
the edges of itself,
to register the pressure,

the largess
of all of the others
who have broken before this—

our fathomless
vast unwillingness
to depend.