Just to look─
at the sea,
to follow its comings and goings,
is to see beyond memory,
beyond life, before and after the beginning
Just to think─
about the sea,
to ponder its waves, is to find
there is more, more than souls can account for,
than every creature, any tiny little beast,
Just to know─
the sea and its beginning,
the start of bones and breathing,
of stones and stories and dreams,
is to understand that as long as the sea
comes ashore, earth will never be still.
Just to wonder─
where the sea goes,
from where it returns,
is to debate eternity,
to open tide pools, to harvest
a million eggs.
Just to feel─
the pull of the sea,
the rush of its insistent ride,
is to be caught in the primordial
draw of life, the multiplication
of species, of survival.
Just to love─
the sea and renewal,
its distillation of the sun,
of inner space, of the blue,
is to enjoy calm, peace and ease,
that is enough.
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Rocks off Newport, RI — Photo and poem by Mary O’Connor © 2017
4 thoughts on “That Is Enough”
Beautiful poem, and awesome piece of writing!
A Mary poem!! LOVE IT!
Wonderful poem. Wish I wrote it.
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