Sea Song

Swell and stone,
      Movement among movement —
Eddy, spray, tumble —
     Wearing rock,
Light refracting light,
Gradation of sound
      And slide of sky
In the mirroring sheen,
       Glottal rumble of popples,
       Rounded by the grind.
Shimmer, sheen, and foam ...
Speak to me
In the ineffable tongue
         Of your lashings
           And smooth surfaces.
Make me whole again.
          Put me in my proper place:

            On solid ground.