Let Us Walk the Sea

Come.

Take my hand.

Go with me

to the sea within the sea.

We will open there,

you and me,

to each wave

as if it were the first

ever to spend itself

on that shore.

We will walk that place

in the full light of a summer sun

and the promise of a young moon.

We will become

scud and spume

and water soft about our ankles

and black flies on still afternoons.

We will let the days

play through our hair

and the rhythms of our breath

and the rhythms of the sea

carry us

until we are who we are

and fill the volume

we were meant to fill.

We will become

our own horizons then,

you and me,

as vast and as close

as light off

foam-flecked sand.