Silently I sit,
Rocked by the rapturous rhythms
Wrought by ocean waves
Considering the calculations
Of politically minded people
Whose anxious ambitions
Stamp striations through the
Pleasant patterns of life.
Soothing sunlight smoothes the worry
Perversely pilfering the heat
from the sanctimonious subject.
Its rays rendering a contentment
Universally usurping all unpleasantness
Until I wander through another wrinkle
Of thoughtless thoughts.
Here I silently sit
Contemplating the continuity of the waves
Waxing over whatever snippet washes
through a meandering mind--
My miniscule offering
To the obliquity of oblivion that is the ocean.