Swayed by the slightest swell,
alert to saline alterations,
floating in the ocean
on the tide.
This present solicitation
of the senses
is but a sign
that seawater is minutely full
of distant motives
and to be safe
is to be unstable,
is to cavort
in oscillating equilibrium,
tenacious as a seahorse on a weed,
poker-faced,
fallibly elaborate.
14 April 1997
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