Oceans

We scope out this part of blue sky
hunting for seashells and sand dollars,
tracing footsteps we've left before,
counting them by pairs.

He casts a stone to the ocean.
Swallowed whole, it is never heard from again.
Another fling and the ocean answers in a hollow thud.
we weave our way in between.

Regurgitated sea swarms strewn along the beach,
Collecting barren reminders of lives past.

In these undiscovered countries
We find comfort in company,
And meekness among the gods
Realizing we haven't far to go.