for what

Many of the dead in the deep of the ocean died of a particular love and a particular heartbreak. Perhaps you’ve felt it blow into you as you’ve stood on the shore. Your eyes full of the sea, and suddenly the solid earth washes out from under your heart. An irrational desire comes into you, insanely you want it: the vastness, the immensity, pulling you out, out and over, stretching you beyond human space, human motion. Catching at your pulling heart you ask yourself, you want it for what? No answer. But this sea longing has called out many, and the sea lore knows that the ocean is a woman, a mistress, a lover, and some have placed the guilt on sea nymphs, and mermaids and sirens, but truly it’s the ocean herself, pulling them, pulling you. You want it for what? This is love. Your heart swells higher and higher within you till cresting it brakes, dripping, all over your feet.