Sea-Smoothed Rock

Wave-tossed rocks,
churning and tumbling,
eternally washed by ocean;
along the seashore
all is smoothed and beautiful.

Churning and tumbling,
the same salt in the water
is the salt of my tears,
of my blood,
and of my love.

Eternally washed by the ocean,
my dreams are sustained
by brief walks
upon the strand
after being away too long.

Along the seashore,
the spell is cast,
like a fisherman's net,
and the ocean owns me
forever in her heart.

All is smooth and beautiful.
I am the rock
softened and kept forever
upon this narrow margin,
where land and water make love.

"The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever."
~Jacques Cousteau

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