I wish that I could stand...


I wish that I could stand
for a thousand years beside the surf,

Hooded, silent,
equally against rain and sun;

My heart inclined
to where the sea and land collide,

To hear the energy of waves
and mark the tides,

To see the many-colored light,
and feel each creature's life;

Gaze seeking to discern
some wisdom in the wildness.

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