Non-Song for the Sea (Bar Harbor, ME)

From Useful Nothingness: A Working Theory of Being

I fixate on rock and tide.
An eternity of ocean
articulates
with hypnotic force.

A scrappy gull chorus
hunts the shoreline,
cracking mollusks
on wet stone.

They satiate the day.

Waves break like thunder,
leaving behind a fizzy fog
that scatters beyond
the span of my affection.

I say how small we must be.

The ocean says nothing—
just keeps rocking
back and forth.