Today I saw a woman wrapped in rags Leaping along the beach to curse the sea. Her child lay floating in the oil, away From oarlock, gunwale, and the blades of oars. The skinny lifeguard, raging at the sky, Vomited sea, and fainted on the sand.

The cold simplicity of evening falls Dead on my mind. And underneath the piles of water Leaps up, leaps up, and sags down slowly, farther Than seagulls disembodied in the drag Of oil and foam.

Plucking among the oyster shells a man Stares at the sea, that stretches on its side. Now far along the beach, a hungry dog Announces everything I knew before: Obliterate naiads weeping underground, Where Homer's tongue thickens with human howls. I would do anything to drag myself Out of this place: Root up a seaweed from the water, To stuff it in my mouth, or deafen me, Free me from all the force of human speech; Go drown, almost.

Warm in the pleasure of the dawn I came To sing my song And look for mollusks in the shadows, The whorl and coil that pretty up the earth, While far below us, flaring in the dark, The stars go out.

What did I do to kill my time today, After the woman ranted in the cold, The mellow sea, the sound blown dark as wine? After the lifeguard rose up from the waves Like a sea-lizard with the scales washed off? Sit there, admiring sunlight on a shell?

Abstract with terror of the shell, I stared Over the waters where God brooded for the living all one day. Lonely for weeping, starved for a sound of mourning, I bowed my head, and heard the sea far off Washing its hands.

Submitted by Daniel Butler, who writes: “This poem, for me, enigmatically captures the essence of life: beautiful, unjust, ephemeral, and full of contradictions.”