In the silence of absence
Our memories re-create
The echoes of what once was
Surging out, then rebounding
Our memories froth and foam
In roller-coasters of reminiscence
That return us again and again
To the comfort and shelter
Of our own Personal Bay
The swells, rips, and familiar turbulence
Of this murky water our proof
That this world is yet a solid place
Even if unseen fish
Still tickle our submerged toes
Surely this is preferable to
A crystal clear lagoon with water
Possessing such clarity that
One will certainly fall through
Into Heaven. Beyond
