Saw two oceans from the air today
It’s the worst kind of extravagance in me
To make such marvels commonplace
As if the sight of one ocean
Couldn’t fill my eyes ten lifetimes over
Who am I to fly over, ignoring it
If only I had eyes to see through her
To know the acceptance she must hold
Allowing rest for the dead, tension for the living
I have seen her full of fury and fear
The wind whirling her into a gig
Men’s toy boats and towns bow to her
I have watched her calm from my window
In the little house we had once by the sea
She showed me how deep, how wide is love
Does she want to be known?
Does she feel the power she holds?
Does she plumb the reaches of herself?
But then, perhaps she is merely a mirror
To reflect the light and the dark of the sky
I surely see what I show her
She gently hands my vision back to me
Soft waves rolling, foaming to and fro
She casts the light, so I can truly see
~suelarkinsweems ’12