What is ridiculous about the sea
is the huge size of it, the way it mocks the sky,
how it keeps turning itself over and over,
flaunting its amoeba shape, wandering off
into its pseudopods of tidal rivers,
coves and bays. How preposterous
are the little vessels that ride on it,
the capsules it swallows whole, the seeds
of dolphins and whales that glide in its underbelly.
And how laughable, how outside the Tao
you and I must be to it—little swimming things,
asplash on its coastline this bright August day
the sea is so calm it almost seems to want us.