Alone for the Fifth Day
When I look at the ocean for a long time, the blue
and restless driven waves, I keep looking, I keep looking,
I keep looking at the waves swaying in the wind
like a metronome, wired for the sound of a sleeping heart,
and I keep looking with the silence of the sun
on the windowpane, and I keep looking and do not stop
looking deeper into waves as if into the middle
of a woman's body, where the soul and spirit
have no human bonds, and I begin never to turn away
from looking though I am frightened but keep looking
beyond what I know until I can hardly think or breathe
because I have arrived, with the need to be me disappearing
into the beautiful waves, reflecting no one, nothing, no one.
Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
"Alone for the Fifth Day" by Jason Shinder, from Stupid Hope.