There’s a missing, in mist.
But the beauty lies in what’s not seen, scene, known.
What I look for, is what’s not there.
But what is there, but not seen.
There’s something beneath. All ways.
That’s what I look for.
Where sky meets water, mist conjoins, miracle — redound.
waves come back
[Origin: 1350 1400; ME redounden < MF redonder < L redundÄre to overflow, equiv. to red- red- + undÄre to surge (deriv. of unda wave; cf. undulate); cf. redundant]