Waves

I watched the man sitting
Mesmerized as much as he was,
He by whatever his farseeing eyes
were watching,
Me by the way his arms slowly
travelled back and forth.
Long strands of kelp rocked
by the primal ocean.
He was in his own world,
I could safely observe.
It called forth some obscure echo,
ancient beings rocked gently,
Something from the depths of
time itself.
Pulling me down into
A muted world of green shadows
Always moving, silently surging
Never abruptly.
Coming back to myself
In the light of day,
Wondering where the man
With the seaweed arms
Had gone.