the sea amounts to multitudes: silver fishes span
rapturous rumbling coasts and on their edges bask
when the sun shows its face.
tribes of aquatic creatures i see, feel
them glide underneath tunnels of tides, and
recede into their fluid spot,
for as human beings, there is such a
fluxional area in the isle diameter of their lives, well-nigh
blending with external reserves,
over remote outlining of places, land
upon sea and sea upon land expanses fill and fall —
a tryst with wisdom lurks over a wave that leaps,
i fathom in the reflections of heather
and mountain cliffs, fires that rage without direction,
guarding themselves to be unfettered as the sea.