How the Ocean Exhales
Nature, March 2013
I imagine, as I say goodnight and drive away,
the couple left on the sidewalk glad at my parting,
pleased to find themselves alone —
though it never was or will be otherwise.
I imagine the turning toward, the embrace,
the first few drops of a new rainfall.
All circulation is a system: predictable, purposeful.
We are in a period of deglaciation,
deep-water masses are mutable,
and what sinks to the ocean floor
grows restless, releases
whatever it had trapped in shallower spaces.
I imagine again the couple: how she holds him —
how they raise their faces to the sky,
what falls, what rises.about the author