for the love of the ocean

and the ocean said to herself:
"am I really so vast
that I cannot go
to a lake,
to the mountain mist,
or to a river?
do I have to live
so I can wait
for them to come to me,
so the world can say
over and over again
that you cannot bring
the ocean to a river?"
she listened to her sadness,
she listened to her love,
as they poured out endlessly
with every heave of her bosom;
and in that magical moment
of a sun-burnt silence,
she became both -
a drop in the ocean
and the breath of the ocean,
in a drop waiting to be born
somewhere up in the clouds.