Saturday, June 29, 2013

to catch a fish

beak with basket

Back to the Sea

I want to go back to the sea
where light and dark are one
- where I'm free, where I'm from,

a tiny creature live one marvelous moment
or a big one snapping up the little,
back to sheltering caves and reefs,

to sea waits and wiggles
where the will to be (not greed)
trumps right and wrong.

The sea sings, ‘the one who doesn't know me is an orphan.'

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