The ocean
was always there, always
the edge, always the limitless
limit, breaking, whole.
Always. Nights, in the distance,
the stars fell and fell
without end. Nights!
And the women, moving
or still, underneath
or above. Always, the ocean
and the setting of suns
dusk after dusk, and the heart
as it opened: the world!
The salt-scent of bodies,
the whispers of lovers,
the cool sheets, rustling leaves…
On the cold sand, at night,
we would sit staring out
at a world turning dark,
not sure of what was to come –
and, always, the ocean was there.