The Ocean Stops Counting
On the first day
while light softens the line
between bare shoulders
and the sky
or on the second day
when bathers climb into boats
to search the sea
for their missing fathers.
Some of them just splash
about and stir the ocean up
on the third day
or on the day after that . . .
There is a day
when all the comings and goings
become the same moment,
the same detected pulse.
How much of the ocean
obscures something else?
How many of us will walk away
and never return?
Author: Glen Armstrong
Photo: Matt Hardy on Unsplash
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