Being not judging
The space in between
You tell me
Meaning exists
As to why
Should I need this?
Waves come and go
But not really
Tides come and go
But not really
People, dogs, balls, words
Clouds, come and go
Day, night, driftwood, sand
I am privileged to experience
The infinite ways people branch toward the light
Taking a torch to their childhood home
Shattered by flashbacks of adults fighting
Or recognizing they now have skills
To help their distressed Mommy or Daddy
And this was yours
Auden always regretted
His most famous line
We must love one another or die
I watch the waves
Not really come and go
Clouds gently blanket
Bridges, mountains, towers
Being not judging
Between land and water
Between earth and sky
Between us and meaning
I am the beach
Sometimes swimming in the Bay
Makes my hands and feet feel like snow or static on the TV
Melting into the sun-baked sand
Lulled to sleep by memories of waves
Rocking my flailing body to shore
I don't know you and you don't know me
Let's always remember that
And not as the bow vibrates the string
More as the cloth finds dust in creases where rosin has fallen
Or the first time you touch a singing bowl
The ocean licking the rocks
In the cave mouth at low tide
Sucking the shingle
As the music travels across space and time
From a dead man's brain
To the cider filled room
Through my housemate's good intentions
And resonates with my memories
Of the ginger cat making big paws
Milking my belly
On my grandmother's gold velvet couch
Of ocean creatures pulsing together
A scent I only notice after you're gone
"Let me tell you for sure"
(Maybe holding my hands)
"Meaning exists"
