The Return--Part 1.
- Mary Oliver
When I went back to the sea
it wasn't waiting.
Neither had it gone away.
All its musics were safe and sound: the circling gulls
were still a commonplace, the fluted shells
rolled on the shore
more beautiful than money-
oh, yes, more beautiful than money!
the thick necked seals
stood in the salted waves with their soft, untroubled faces
oh, bed of silk,
lie back now on your blackness your fields of sunlight
that i may look at you.
i am happy to be home.
Poems, and short ones at that, are all i have time for these days.