The ocean,
all movement,
seems so still,
the surface of a mind,
the waves coming in
against the grain.
Behind me
two horses,
mine and another,
wait together
grazing in tall grass.
They are friends,
they know the way.
I sit and wait,
not for something,
just wait.
The afternoon floats by
overhead, white and puffy
in the blue of God.
You come up
out of the sea
to me though
it seems you have walked
down into my waters
and disappeared.
September 14, 2017