The Alpha Ocean

Toeing the alpha ocean
Eyes closed
In slack tide reverie
Floating
In blessed amnesia

Then incoming

Breath-like
The unstoppable rising
Washing ashore
Things both clean
And blemished
Regretful flotsam
Jetsam orphaned
And pridefully cast
For gulls to inspect
For time to desiccate

Then the flushing tide
Ougoing sweep
Ebbing
Forgiving
Sanctifying
A purifying exhale
I am absolved on this day

By this generous sea.