On the Surface

I float on the surface,
Like the white foam
Of the black seas
Unaware of my purpose,
I am hardly sure
Such a purpose exists
I taste the salt and
Feel the depth
Then, I reach the shallows:
Here I end,
And I grieve
In the glow of sunshine,
To the songs
Of the breeze
I must again dissolve into the sea,
Which I am made of –
The sea, unknowable to me