Sea Idyll

lay me down to rest

in the lea of the lapping waves

covered overhead by the cove

cave of the sealy shepherd

ever-changing shapes

with the tide

I will plow in Proteus’ pasture

a spirit of the spewing foam

facing the open field of the sea

unalone supervised by sunsets

ever-changing sights upon the shore

do I tend forevermore the lost

the washed-up come to be shepherded

back to the course of a trek

toward eventuality’s swell

eventuality has come to me in

the strong arms of the shore-comber

his own eventuality comes

in the crashing waves that made

Atlantis harvest kelp for no reason

other than to continue remembering

I don’t need to remember

resting in the lapping waves

alive in a place almost forgotten

in the cove of the seal-herd

loving lolling in the lull of his arms

before losing the vast fields

to waves of memory