Sea

Sea

Sea

To have lost even the why or the what for –
to dream and to wake with the weight
of even the mechanical why even the mechanical wherefore –

the primitive one-string cello,
bent low playing a threnody, thread, theme I know,
into the night as I wake heaving it, hearing it –

like a chorus dissolving
not only sadness, sea,    
                       but past sadness
past past sadness

now that I live so close to your sound, sea,
              even at night wake to listen for you –
              close to your smell
              close and often to your salvage
              your changing sand and rock shelf, sea,
                         lost generations
                         lost progenitors
                         past sadness, sea