Cross Current

You ever wonder why it tries so hard?
The water in the ocean, as it churns,
impressing with apparent disregard
for our inane and meaningless concerns,
and stressing, as it does, its boundless measure,
why does it bother, only to agree,
as waves roll to and fro in seeming leisure
that it's been long since conquered, no more free
than seagulls on the wing are free from hunger,
or waterspouts that fail to claim the sky.
I rarely thought of such when I was younger,
but lately tend to wallow in the why.
And as to why I find it so appealing?
Some sort of sign. The ocean knows the feeling.