sea-change

Let's go down by the ocean,
girl. Let's go in, let's give
in
to it.

We'll see
how it spits
us out gasping
and spread on sand,
some unknowable sea-change
worked upon us.

Lying there,
faces half in sand, half-gazing
half-knowably into our deep
ourselves, and each others
with minds washed clean
of everything but trust.

As waves spread out,
and up and in,
and half-over us both,
and we lay
there half-lost,

as the shallow waves
draw back, we wait
in a shared half-gazing
that goes on and on
between waves, and waits
between us

for the next,
to see what it brings
breaking over our toes,
rushing past our hips,
over random akimbo limbs
spread out, like shipwrecked
and washed-up mannequins,

dressed in the latest styles
to swim. Our minds swinging wide,
breathing grateful air
as the next wave breaks
halfway over you, just

- and finally, breaking out
in a shared and idiot smile

with you,
at us.

You
are something to see. And I

am something made to be seeing you.

There's joy
in finding one's purposes,
and in everything else
we will be so free
to be led
to do.