Standing at the edge of ocean and sand

The heft of this world fades into the 

Peace of feeling small.

 

I am split open by the single-mindedness of the sea.

Waves approach and retreat, 

Filling and emptying as

The moon commands.

 

How do I put my life in its wake

To accept gravity, 

To breathe in and breathe out,

To take comfort in the moon?