Where earth and sea hone
one another along their edge,
they go to remember or learn
anew if they had forgotten all
how receptive and easy to meet
for water subtle and white sand
can be—by making themselves
and their sunlit bodies parallel
to how bright and acute minds are
toward otherwise unreachable or
elusive, nay unfathomable truths,
finding old bits of lost happiness
thus in their unwearied listening
to love murmur passed by breeze.