The small waves (Pamela Milweed)

… Just as the small waves came where no waves came,
unending as the peaceful turn of fish,
breaking the still level of morning
until by noon we half forgot the sea
had ever been a taut and hazy skin,
so resting on the shore we kept the motion.
At calm we found we rocked on air
the long day's waves, were not surprised
come evening we played whale, spewed softened brine,
rolled effortless and mammoth through the night
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- Pamela Millweed, "Just As The Small Waves Came Where No Waves Came"