Ocean

by Jill Osburn

I keep on the sand made solid
by man.
not the sand that is therapy for feet

i have no need to venture there

i do not walk out
not because i can’t

I don’t run or marvel at you
the way i imagine others to

You are different for me

You are the unnoticed backdrop to it all
nothing special or novel about you

uncomprehending those that are in love

you were always there

i am not drawn to you
because you are in me

Your largess is knowing

Growing in your proximity,
i do not know the gorging
on the starvation of lack of
being with.

Trips West do not illicite
The Amazement

We have an understanding
i did not know until now.

I keep on the sand made solid
by man.
not the sand that is therapy for feet

i have no need to venture there

i do not walk out
not because i can’t
I don’t run or marvel at you
the way i imagine others to

You are different for me

You are the unnoticed backdrop to it all
nothing special or novel about you
uncomprehending those that are in love

You were always there

I am not drawn to you
because you are in me

Your largess is knowing

Growing in your proximity,
i do not know the gorging
on the starvation of lack of
being with.
Trips West do not illicit
The Amazement
We have an understanding
i did not know until now.




ABOUT THE POET ~
Currently living in the Pacific Northwest and studying for ministry in the Episcopal Church. Poetry is an extension of myself.


Last updated November 04, 2015