Another wild windy day at the beach.
Is it really ourselves
we find in the sea?
whatever we lose
like a you or a me
it's always ourselves
we find
in the sea.
Perhaps,
if we are paying attention,
it is ourselves we find everywhere.
A remembered shard of a poem by e. e. cummings about maggie and millie and molly and may.
Photo of Villano Beach, today, 11.13.13.
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