The gulls above, the wind upon,
The sand beneath, the sea beyond:
I've come a pilgrim fifty years
to nurse my starving, summoned ears
And vision on this restless scene
And wonder what its wonders mean.
Over and over I seek the sea --
always loved a mystery:
I like the ones within, without,
That patient thought can puzzle out.
But those I worship most of all
Are much too deep, too wide, too tall.
And so the breakers draw me back
To elemental deeps I lack
The depth to comprehend, but still
Can make my dulling spirits thrill
With vast, hypnotic murmurings
Of ageless, awesome, fathomless
On it, in it, over, under,
For me the sea retains its wonder.
This blissful grief I suffer fondly:
The sea will always be beyond me.