A poem at the speed of thought

Oceania

Breaking waves have punctuated thought
with ideas of the coast that's west of here.
The white noise of this Friday moves through the air
to lead us all into the great grey sea.

The impulse slows across the ER Bridge,
light brought to law by zero in the absolute
and we may leave by any ship
to hit the islands of the open ocean.

A day so long out here, no distance
in the massive distance shows us anything.
No books to read, no wires to tap
and we may die before we reach Tahiti.