Ode to Oceans

LISTEN TO THE voice of the surf and listen to it close:
secrets in the wash, in the wind – music you need most.

It’s 6 o’clock in the morning here, lights dim.
The silence summons you to sneak in a swim.

You might then feel what salt can do to skin,
first rub the wound in your chest then the cut to your shin. 

Watch how the air exhales, moves currents to shore,
dumping bottles of blue, scraping shells from the floor. 

You gulp the liquid earth and taste its plea,
for us to take back stillness from the sea.