Wine-Dark Sea


the sea in small slow waves
washes over the pebbles
up and back again
night is coming on
and the sea opens to the last light
as the horizon fades
and all the points and ports and shores
touched by the sea
draw near to us where we stand
in the fading light

some stand on the shore
some have only a glimpse between mountains
a narrow stretch of sea
some go out on the sea
listen to the sea in the pebbles on the shore
listen to them
the drowned
and the far away buried
in the mountains