The Outer Coast

I have dreamed

this have dreamed

long swells rocking

light swaying westward,

round blue sea meeting

only lambent sky,

fine eelgrass ribboning

green to otherwise blue.

from where this

longing for something

beyond familiar? for

floating far from

ground, where surface

yields to cresting humpback

and spangles with puffin

wingbeats? remote

as stars glinting among

undulations of kelp

this outer coast and yet

home to some

primigenial memory

of when I, like these

moon jellies slipping

by, spent days aimlessly

aimed for what

I could not yet see.