Fire Pit

I’m not sure how I’d explain the ocean
to a man unfamiliar with its vast
and terrible face, except by maybe
equating it with what he’s seen of the
inner places: a wet and near endless
desert where the wind whips the blue-green
sand into moving dunes; a flat mountain
of melted snow with fish and seaweed for
rocks and sparse grass, including the ravines;
a thousand thousand rivers side by side,
a thousand thousand more as deep and wild;
climb the nearest hill and look down upon
the canopy at dusk, teeming with life
and fear and darkness. Am I getting close?

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