the sound of the sea sinks into me here.

blue grey expanse of water that knows its

form and movement. it knows where to be

& it is there. always there.

lapping against the shore. these rock bluffs

that let me sit while i sit with them.

they know where to be as i know.

moving pattern. water that wraps this place.

these rocks erode as i decompose. both unnoticed.

boats float on this landscape almost silently.

i sit here quiet, being as all things are

being. the rain falls. water being water. it

knows where it is to be. cyclical. the pattern

changes. dots upon this patchwork quilt of sea.

i listen. an audible pattern of movement. the

sky is grey & its tone unmistakable. the sea

of the sky. a mirror of the earth & its ingredients.

i move just as it moves. the islands sit silently

& green. this grey makes green & creates the same

movement that is in this skin.