Salt Spray

The seabirds make knots of the wind

Salt Spray

The seabirds make knots of the wind
trace skies and leave no lines behind
I remember when I first realized
the sky is always in a state of change
I would lay on my back and watch the clouds
spend days 
outside
it taught me how different it was
inside
Now I find silence at the seaside
the coves and remote rocky shoals
the salt spray leaves marks on my shoes
The tides unwind all the times, the need to know
or what "this" is, does it
have meaning
The intellect is a knife that severs before knowing why
in order to parse things out in this complicated life
And the ocean is a mind
white capped, cold, and deep
A mystery that allows us to survive