Like the ocean in its orb,
Waves lapping up the sand,
I like the way the lines
repeat, absorb.
With a caring, careful hand,
The Creator pulls and twists
and makes
Waves lapping up the sand.
From all the rivers, streams,
and lakes
Of words and images, the
poet,
The creator, pulls and twists
and makes
Another world to show it
Reflecting ours, and out
Of words and images, the poet
Finds himself transformed, no
doubt,
By the writing of the words,
Reflecting ours, and out
Of those efforts,
Like the ocean in its orb,
By the writing of the words,
I like the way the lines
repeat, absorb.
