That Sea

I am getting to that point

that forgetting is a kind

of reprieve from remembering,

a prelude to a moment of discovery

whereby what has been

and what is to be

                            coalesce

just into the only thing

that cannot be argued

and so I slightly know,

remembering God's sea

of forgetfulness

                           feeling the water

at my feet, the waves repeating,

"In the beginning. . . ."

-Byron Hoot