white bird flying above body of water

Low, Before Sea

In the sun’s first gleaming
Before the sea’s infinity
Seeming nothing more than
Foam and waves
Boatless
Formless
Ocean
Spray
I stood, salt in my hair
Brass to my eye
Foot on the stair
And I started to cry.
 
I was low before sea.
Low before I saw
Me from above as a
Stupid pure dove
Endless
Seamless
Watery
Bird
Flying, sodden feathered
Crying
At the meaningless
Of the Word.

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