Friday, February 8, 2013

No Answer to the Ocean

It's like this, maybe: A tide comes in.

It brings things you come to believe.

There they are, objects on glassy sand.

They're what's come of all your coping.

A stone, a crab-shell, a worn piece of

wood, a string of kelp. They're no answer

to the ocean. They don't add up to a code.

You keep walking on the beach,

trying to figure things out. There's

nothing wrong with that--walking,

wondering. What are you hoping for?

Hans Ostrom
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