other Ocean

I come at the strangest of times
to commune with you, Ocean. 
You are not the sea near my birthplace, 
near wear my sister raises her youngesters.
But you know her because you are sister seas, you with all others, are one. One with the water in the sky and even that which is trapped in the land.  I come to commune with you because I need not ask questionsof you. I need not ponder you, explain you; I don't require great deeds of you. Yourself, you hate me not, nor do you love me or favor me. There is no guilt in your voice, no pain in your song, no joy in the saline breeze. 

I commune with you because I love you. You say what I long to here, what my mind needs to know: Ssshhhhh.....ssshhh