The Sea

The sea laps up joy
Like its shear coat,
It ever cries out bright

And loses itself from
wet to cold rocks,
It twinkles and saunters high,

Until the light,
breaking day into the night,
Sings along the charted way;
May the light remain and play,

And voices ripple their sweet
Echos to the air —
Sashaying as it flows thin,

Taking the long way home,
The sea, it knows me well.

—Lola Ridge

• Lola Ridge