Lines 

Alone we make

The teeming sea

A planet

And sit at its heart

Beckoning to songs

And poets

We search

And send the fair

And the gods

To the blue

Knowing this

Only this ebb

This flow

Is a tide of lines

Compelling

And withdrawing

And kneeling before

The silent earth

Like lovers upon

An unearthly planet

Fleshed out in

this happenstance

by forms and rhymes

and endless ironies

line upon line

form upon form

sea upon sea

 

a line on a line

opon a line