The sea
accepts me.
Sees me
as no different
than itself.
I am
not apart from it
just a part of it.
The sea doesn’t see
me as human
merely a piece of
floating something
or other.
I become the sea
& the sea accepts me
until I am
now itself
& nothing more.
My mind
drifts to shore.
A wave
plays with me
lifts me up
& tries to stick me
onto the horizon
but I fail to stick
fall back
into a drifting
nothing.
soaking up sunlight.
Thoughtless
I float.
The sea
now pleased to be me
& thinking
with my mind
searching endlessly
for just
...the right words.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-the-right-words/
