Paradox of The Sea

Listen to the rhythm

of ocean’s heartbeat,

awakening my longing

as my lips follow

the shape of shivers.

My soul overflows,

buried deep within

aqua waves -

a whispering hiss

of worries carried

away by sea surges,

strings of pelicans

strung in V’s

single blue crayon line

where ocean meets sky.

Voltage jolts with

breaths of salt air.

wildness unrestrained

as calmness settles

like residue on skin

touched by silver fingers

of the unfathomed sea,

ocean crests protecting

like warm wombs,

stars mobbing sky

in evening blackness,

drops of myself

left in grains of sand,

salted kernels sifting

through my soul.

And yet, I am afraid,

in abject awe,

of the paralyzing power

the ocean holds

in grasping hands

over my head.

(Homage to Rod McKuen, late poet, song-writer)