Great foaming green waves wash over the rocks
without wearing away their greyness.
Your love engulfs me, but does not steal away
or erode the sad cystalline structure of my private thoughts,
at times rising heavy and craggy from the ancient seabed of a former life.
You mediate skilfully, with warmth and caring.
My old reptilian self draws back from any
professional concern about its state.
Inscrutable indeed, and a cause of bafflement,
a soul that would shrink from care and thrive on neglect!
Mysterious and unfathomable, these truths test us
and set us apart at times: me, rock hard
in my persistent individuality; you with your
wonderful, surging, wind-whipped love.
November 2, 2007