The Rolling Ocean

I see the rolling ocean
like a billowing blanket
covering a sleeping child.

Mountain peaks,
lifted. Set down.

I know that part of myself
is out there,
with the rolling sea.

And that some part of it,
is in here, with me.

the rolling ocean

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