Over the unbroken fetch the southerly breeze
raises the channel in wind driven swells.
Passing through rumpled water,
the wind forms surge in rounded layers
seeking comfort of the rock-bound shore.
Like those waves that traverse my soul,
where memories older than life
push to find form in the ocean
that rises and falls within
as surely as a beckoning sea.
Longing to step into the swell
and take flight with the wind,
I follow a surge to the further shore
on strength of the inner tide.
It reminds me I still can not remember things but I am still trying.