Sitting with ocean,
watching creation, I am reduced.
Shorelines are swallowed by
Precision absorbed by time,
I am myself.
Cascading rhythms rise and fall,
distance counting of a storm,
I wait with goose bumped skin,
Far from the numbers in my head.
Nature has no words, no lessons.
It plays out its existence on auto tune.
I create stories,
the gathering crest has no need for them.
I am unbound, free to explore,
all rules and segmented time,
Such a small part of this universe,
the slight connection
throws me open.
I am undaunted
by my larger life.