The sea and my endless longing, 
washing up again and again
on the softening shore.

Rhythmic shush of the waves, milky
moonlight spills all around me
from a star-soaked sky

as I look out over the water, know my own
smallness in light of its vast, churning
power. The sea looks up

at the stars, knows it is only a drop
in an ever-expanding cosmos.
Just the two of us tonight,

water and woman, each witness to the other,
our soft bodies humming with improbable
life. The waves—roaring, rushing 

heartbeat of the earth—echoed somewhere beneath
my skin. There is no end or beginning to the
fragile wonder of what we are.