waves on the bay

waves on the bay
myriad rise and fall
with wind and sunlight
each wave a deep sigh
from below
to dance, to sing, to be
one breath connects all
while this me floats among them
dense as the shale below
yet the wave’s gentle gesture
becomes its own
the wind and sun
bend to kiss the upturned face
just as sweetly as the wave itself
no shape remains
no arm, no leg
no eye, no breast
no me
only waves on the bay



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