We saw the sea today - still there – both of us in the cold,
facing up to its challenge in the winter wind and
walking in that slow uncertainty which still accounts for
progress. How does this simple endeavour also amount
to a calculation, and can I find enough to keep going
in its measureable pace? Easy enough in consideration of
our time before and more to come, however filled, if
we can at the very least keep moving forward together.
We’ll need to see if it can carry and create, which is all in
belief and believing, and I again must count and calculate
how much to lose myself in the ebb and flow of such a hope.
We were there today, but tomorrow can become catastrophe
and what was disappears in less drama than what a word
connotes, or in the seabed mine waiting to detonate.