edge of something
Oceans
I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
Nothing...Silence...Waves...
--Nothing happens?
Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?
~Juan Ramon Jimenez (1881 - 1958)
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there is little to say about restless waves,
or restless feet, that can be stilled and soothed
by the feel of water lapping over one's toes
at ocean's edge all the fever and tension of life and living leeches out,
like salt into the sand,
and there is nothing so calming as being at the edge of the sea
where nothing is ever,
ever still or silent
i would be the sea
if only
it would not be
forever
endless
for it must be lonely
to be immortal
~mine 2007/07
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