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From the beach to the edge of the sea the sky looms overhead darker than the sand. A figure walks free, barefoot in cooler soft sand.

Away, into the sky, getting smaller, going away, leaving a fading trail as the shroud falls deeper, as the waves fuzz broadly and distant.

Waves all growing and crashing and fizzling in a chorus of constant motion across the flattest horizon absorbing anything that approaches.

Swept grass lopping over long, tall and swaying, From afar, a way back, a way left behind. The sea is there, understanding and grounding.

Merging across the flats into the living oceans breeze, the woollen hoods and gritted feet, taken away while following dreams.

With the air, feet dance in grace. To the venting delta and beyond, with the water washing along, the sky joins a sea of tidal embraces.

And from the hooded faces a song of chirps, wind rushed wails, some lost, some heard, but all felt.

The sea knows.

-jkne

Posted in Poems
on Monday, February 7th, 2011 at 3:46 am.