It’s hard to think of anything but peace
When I watch waves curling into the shore.
All my life’s needs and worries drown and cease;
All cares beyond the moment’s are no more.
The tide comes in without a thought of me;
The waves curl left, curl right, then lick the land.
I try to fathom its immensity
But it’s like counting stars or grains of sand.
I feel—I fear—that there’s nothing in me
As deep as what lies one league from this beach—
No matter how far out I swim or see,
The shallows are all that I’ll ever reach—
And that I’ll die without the slightest notion
Of all that swims in life’s untidy ocean.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells