Love Poem: Oceanic Sabbath
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Written by: Gerald Dillenbeck

Oceanic Sabbath

We have no sabbath on and in
of and for
deep oceanic atmospheres.

Sabbath is for cities
and the lands we share to hold them
six days per week.
Lands we gives ourselves to rest on seven,
from rabid human over-splatted population
on sacred sabbaths
of better nourished sacrament.

Over these past several years
as I Sunday walk along Atlantic's western shore,
border stretch of dry then wet sand
leading out to ocean's deep sustaining sabbath,
populated more and more by human barging trash,
I notice my slowly growing urge
to run then walk then swim to float away
from continental fractured rests,
compelled to seek a cooler nest
where sabbaths still speak in blissful birdsongs
and surging swaying suds of soulful Sundays.