DOROTHY LEE RICHARDSON
OVER and over, by hundreds of beaches playing,
We watched the high water nod toward us this summer, and heard
Over and over the hoarse, crescendo murmur
Break over into the ocean’s endless word.
“I come, I come, I COME, we heard it saying.
And one in a hundred of us playing there
Had courtesy to answer the ocean, “Yes,
You come in music and beauty. ‘ One in a thousand,
Watching the sliding horizon, had graciousness
To continue the conversation: “And from where?