The Ocean Stops Counting

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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