depth of the sea

I wish there is a better
subject you and I can
talk other than the weather 
or how tired you are -
does what comes and
goes matters so much
to you?
The storm does not
bother the depth
of the sea –
it only brushes against
the surface,
wanting to flirt with the foam-
I don't want you to forget this -
as you go from one village to
another, from one desert to another,
it is the beloved who is walking
with your feet saying the words
you can hardly understand.