Sea Life
someone I thought I knew
has been standing on a high bluff for years
watching waves drive onto a beach
pushed up by unseen shallows
pushed onward by an unseen moon
folding and curling in on themselves
neighbor upon neighboring water-drops
once fallen singly in company as rain
here-now becoming and passing on
a nameless flow each is in turn
the watcher is also nameless flow
moment to moment surpassing itself
not in age nor height and weight
certainly not in wisdom or celebrity
only in the the infinite marks of singularity
below the divisions of thought
marks too many and brief for counting or meaning
sea-flow and watcher-flow come to be seen
requiring each other
sliding into and through each other
in a passage noted only afterwards
long watching becomes a single moment
that does not flow, just is;
a lengthening pause between heartbeats
The Dog Star 
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