Old Man Ocean, how do you pound
Smooth glass, rough stones round?
Time and the tide and the wild waves rolling
Night and the wind and the long grey dawn.
Old Man Ocean, what do you tell,
What do you sing in the empty shell?
Fog and the storm and the long bell tolling,
Bones in the deep and the brave men gone.
– Russell Hoban
This time, that year:
Wave after wave, questions after questions, answers to questions, answers in questions, questions in answer, wave after wave.
This time, this year, this place:
There has been a lot of time and mindspace to observe this churning,
This dark gray-mattered sea which stretches far and deep inside me.