In the Sea

    I was diving back then,
    Out beyond the surf
    Or in it, whatever the weather,
    Whether the water was murky
    Or clear.  I didn’t care.
    It was the search I
    Loved -- up the coast

    And down, my energy
    Upheld me.  Looking back
    Like old people do, I
    I think I valued the
    Process – what it
    Was like to be there
    Seeing fish of every hue,

    Of every purpose
    Look me in the eye
    And wait for what
    I next might do. Back
    In those days everything
    I said to the shore was lost
    In eddies of misunderstanding.