ocean (poem)

go further, i think
as if you can hear me
whispering to myself

it is hard to watch you out there
wave after wave
crashing over you
sending gritty brine up your nose

keep swimming, i think
and you will find
that the very same waves
pass beneath you
like ghosts
passing through the walls
of an old mansion

it is too deep to stand there
but you can float