A Simple Quest

Everywhere, light
fills itself with itself-

I have not knelt
down
in years or

watched the shore
with earth-colored
eyes, understood

the simple quest
of sky, the grey
complexion of sea,

the startling line
that divides them
completely.

How is it possible
to leave this
unanswered?

I should have
looked more often
for reconciliation-

the long gull,
tipped wing
that could

so fragilely
connect them.