My Words Move Like the Sea

Jeffrey Field
1 min readOct 24, 2023


Drowning in dreams
beneath a maddening sky,
my mouth bone dry,
my rudder resting lightly
on the ocean floor,
the now-dead God
mocks the living.
Is it any wonder
Van Gogh sliced off his ear?
Is it any wonder
Nietzsche lost his sanity?
Is it any wonder I am drowning
in the middle of a desert?

The sea, the sea!
Wave upon wave
crashing over me
as I flail and flounder,
youth gone by,
love turned to stone,
vanity at stake,
I open my mouth
as I mourn my ego…
my first and only love.

Everywhere, gulls.
Fearless monsters of the air,
they mock me with their cries
as I sink like stone to the ocean floor.
Eyes wide shut I see Mother Mary,
mother of Christ.
Her beatific smile strikes my soul
with arrows of forgiveness,
kindness, and love.
She takes my hand,
and I am gone.

I hope you are not lonely without me.



Jeffrey Field

It ain't what you think. Former newsman, car salesman, teacher. Everything is Thou, if you so allow it. You can find some of it at