Agent Sea

For Ann Farber
by Joe Segreto[Jeseppi], 4/23/98

each morning
the swamp grass
at the edge of the marina
declared it
i didn’t hear

the egrets clouding shallow pools
with tiny vibrating feet
were quite clear
i didn’t see

but today as the tides changed so softly
gently pouring new life
cleansing the old
it whispered
like a hurricane
in my dull and senseless ear
a new day is coming
some things must pass away
that your life can reach
as never before
as high as the heavens
as deep as the ocean floor.