Where The Throat Is Narrow Poem by James McLain

I wandered lost, dry of lip waiting to be found
and thus i hid them away.
Pursued by only my green thoughts of the waves
because of my need of my need of the foamy sea.
Between the two great rocks I walked out upon
one finger of sand.
which; when released from my oceans bright valley,
my peace comes to me for I thought of the extent of gray.
I came to the ocean lastly
and wildness
and that it is black my being found
and as for me the windless valley,
' You to me shouted; over the thunderous waves
Be too me a kindness, left off to recede with the tide
i ask of you come quickly recover me! '
But the tide where the throat is narrow
and thirsty moved off around me inland,
and me/you the ocean drank each wave and salt my sea,
because i was floating face down;
and it was though, as the bitter sea bitter in taste bitter the rain,
i have now become as fresh as the new morning dawn.