Let me out
or come in.
Into the world
or out of it.
So everything
becomes some kind of glory.
It doesn’t matter
if it’s today or tomorrow,
as long
as I find the sea.
Come up the shore
for the first time,
saying over and over,
I’ve come home,
the day after creation,
singing,
what the waves
taught me to sing.
Love is what matters.
It will find me
or not.
If I am lost
let my last day
be the first,
so love
never vanishes,
and comes again
inside someone else.