I. Ocean Pulse

Rising, curling, foam unfurling,
waves of cold Salema sea,
next one coming, meet it running,
plunge into the safe beneath.
Avoid crashing, hard sand-smashing
that could knock me to my knees,
out here holding, look I’m floating,
blood-beat drumming in my ears.
Waves keep surging, endless burgeon
sent up from the darkest deeps,
surface playing, breath delaying,
I dive into your mystery,
that’s always saying all to me.

II. Here is Where
I’ve been here
before but
now I’m here
for healing.
Twice times ill
with cancer
and its cure
here is where
I’ve come. Numb
beyond – or
should I say
beneath? – these,
my extremities.
I’ve been here
before but
now I’m here
for healing.

III. Seeing Eye

I’m rocked in salt arms: the ocean,
waves pillowing under my head.
The sky’s eye seems to wink open
to glint all I seek to reflect.
For one glittering, infinite instant
I can’t tell the fall from the swell.

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