Prayer For Us

A wave's prayer is whispered
As it bows back to the sea,
As it pauses at the peak of its inhale,
Like a pendulum's wink before the swing.
Nursing its hunger for the terrestrial kiss,
Churning, it recedes, rolling back upon
Ecstasy and itself.
Within that foam-hinged boundary,
That damp stripe of the sea's soul,
Where wave awaits rebirth
And only the parched sea's salt is constant--
There I will wait for you.
We will practice Poseidon's rosary,
Swim through his undulating language,
Sing crystal choruses to the rising tide.
Only oceans and angels
Know the value of repetition.

And if the waves could speak
But in that whispered crush
Of green mystery,
Their words would console the sands
With the promise of reunion.

My love, I return.