Dear the one I love, I went to find
I took my merciful sisters
in tow, all tangled
to the post-dusk of a point
to the undertow and its silent white froth.
The shore cradled dead gulls in
its sand, gulls
and I breathed the clean hardship
and hard life, the cold mist, my
own racking grief, those simple
knots of youth as I wander
further from youth.
All was well.
Loving and not loving you are both
cruel and lowly shames.
The right ocean is impossible to destroy
The left ocean is