Doesn’t it seem
if I could sail
and be gone from this world
to only the ocean’s embrace
That soon,
my thoughts
would flow freely out
into the open sea
and my mind
would empty
and be so clear
that only the sun sparkling diamonds
would touch my sight . . .
only the cries of gulls
would reach for my memories
only the brined salt air
would burnish my lungs
until I could only breathe
and speak of the ocean.
Tides would move me
as the moon willed
and the sea creatures
would accept me as their own.