… tired of ourselves …
But tired of land, we open ourselves to oceans, tired of time
we give back all that we’ve taken, tired of ourselves
we open ourselves to ourselves at last, sensing the waves
and great abyss of the sea beyond, the ocean stretching on sand
and the long view on the still sea that leads to another life.
From Time Left Alone: in ‘River Flow:? New and Selected Poems’ David Whyte