all this you want to say to the relentless surf—
how we break on these shores
break down into tears.
how once our bodies were so awake
we were sure
we were alive.
how the wave is at the mercy of the wind
for its breaking.
how sunset breaks my fall into the dark.
how the night chews me up and spits me out
into a dawn of driftwood.
how my body awoke next to yours one morning.
and how love let me break on you.
how we are pebbles rolled smooth
against each other in the stark lament of
the body’s oceans.
how water turns memory crashes and foams
on the shores of our diminishing.
how the silence between us now is heavy wet wood.
and how every so often I find a stone
the ocean rolled into a heart. how easy it is
to place all my longing and awe
on its small narrow shoulders.
how it too was broken before
it was rolled smooth.
and how on its tiny petrified body
I lay my wonder.