Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Revelations in the Surf

On Plum Island, on its uninhabited beach 
at the Parker River Wildlife Refuge, 
I walk an abiding way along the shore 
while gazing at substantial waves arising 
from an outwardly serene Atlantic Ocean. 
They form a never-ending line of succession 
as ray upon ray ignite in flame and seafoam. 
I stop where weather-beaten sands had shifted 
fashioning a sandy cape from where I watch 
the waves both to my left and there before me. 
Witnessing the row of waves in profile, 
I feel as one arising with them, 
seeing myself as curl in an evolutionary crest 
as that enlightening crash dissolves 
the wave of all the universe—
we then return to sea. 

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