Tender Philosophia

“He tears through the dictionary searching for the word that means -n. a region of deep sea so dark that the creatures who dwell there have little or no pigment ‘It was here,’ he says. 'Someone took it,’ he says, and looks at my mother and me with suspicion, mostly me. I try not to meet his gaze but he’s a tough old man, my father’s father, and he can stare me for a long time. Eventually I have to look away. I walk over to the screen door and let the kitty cat inside. I was thirsty. It was just floating there. And anyway, that word is mine.”

Something in me wants more. I can't rest.

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude ; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.