From deep in the ocean
A thought swells, sends
Pressure to the directions
Gathers momentum, becomes a wave
That breaks on a faraway beach
Of Manzanita mirror with lichen white caps
Where wading birds scurry back
Wondering at the meaning.
The ocean doesn’t directly answer
Only draws back
Giving credence to another thought
Ghostly whisper of an old idea
That it too may come hurrying
Crashing its surf of excitement
Onto the shores of existence.
So they keep coming
Minute after minute into hours and days,
Entire texts, codexes of meaning
Inviting anyone to read them.
Poem by Richard Druitt