The ocean's lullaby

Here’s another whole way not to panic.
Despite human beings’ natural tendency
to misunderstand one another, especially
in groups, the default position being
less common ground than we think,
the poem starts with music, summer wishes
and soft thoughts. Despite the science of dying,
which opens the drowsy way to sleep,
we all drown together, in the ocean's lullaby,
in the loneliness of the waves. Despite
the artist machine, I can’t tell you anything
the silence won’t tell you, except that,
if you clamber back on shared land,
all the moments on earth belong to you.