Just The Right Words

The sea accepts me. Sees me as no different than itself. I am not apart from it just a part of it. The sea doesn’t see me as human merely a piece of floating something or other. I become the sea & the sea accepts me until I am now itself & nothing more. My mind drifts to shore. A wave plays with me lifts me up & tries to stick me onto the horizon but I fail to stick fall back into a drifting nothing. soaking up sunlight. Thoughtless I float. The sea now pleased to be me & thinking with my mind searching endlessly for just ...the right words.