It's difficult to be an ocean,
all the things you have to contain:

the roiling currents, going this way and that
the many creatures, miraculous and
terrifying
some real and some not.

And there you are, in the midst of it,
a watery matrix inbetween and around and
containing everything all at once,
running both hot and cold all at the same
time

it's enough to drive anything crazy.

But you are silent, if not always still,
you keep it close and no one suspects

all that is happening, even now, in your
depths.