Sea

The sea has reversed its name.
It will return; but for now,
withdraws to its dreaming pool,
and leaves things alone.

All night it heeds the moon’s rhetoric,
the suasive darkness heavy
from above and from below.
Its heart is grave and has depth
and breadth to think of,

remembering a time
when, unpopulated,
it had only itself to consider,
and nothing broke the surface, or could sink.

©Jim Stewart