I said our hellos to the ocean.
It answered in soft muffled tones.
It spoke both of joy and of sadness,
its words all repeated -
all marching like armies of clones.
The words told of damage inflicted
by creatures who think that we own
the land and the sky and the ocean;
but we have forgotten,
we're tenants just renting a home.
We can't hear the sounds of this ocean -
its pleasures, and never its pains.
We can't hear the calls for rent payment,
so we face eviction -
a future as merely some stains.
© RAM 11/26/96
in memory of Mary Elizabeth Digan McElhany,
born 4/3/17, who loved the ocean.