4.27.2026 – it can rise, ebb, froth

it can rise, ebb, froth
frenzy fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely

Adapted from the poem, The Poet Compares Human Nature To The Ocean From Which We Came

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lie down like silk breathing
or toss havoc shoreward; it can give

gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth
like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,

and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

The Poet Compares Human Nature To The Ocean From Which We Came as pubished in A Thousand Mornings
by Mary Oliver, (Penguin: New York, 2012).