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.