Freeverse Love Song (to the ocean)

I sit alone, in the moment before 

the wave crashes.

In the place between places,

Caught in the little death 

Between inhale and exhale.

I’m whole, safe in the ocean’s breathing

- cradled. Blues, in the white of her eyes.

Borne on the beats and swell of her breathing

To be held is to be treasured, - 

In arms made of seafoam.

I am a man of soil - earth - and stone.

But I belong to her depths.

Of the ocean, I’m it’s loam.

may 7 ‘22