you are the sea to me, violent, mysterious
beyond my hold your tidal energies move
brushing the shoreline which is my perimeter
of understanding you. first under, then next
ever evolving form, my beach, my mind,
with your flow. I am a rocky coast, not
easy on you.
time and the nature of our being are unrelenting.
shapes you with rigid form defining the movement
your beingfluid, powerful, changingsculpts
with storm and ripple and tender lapping waves
seasonal you are, and resilient, full of color, depth
movement with you is natural, liquid and
while the forces in me lurch in quake-like
I am the continent to your ocean. where my
are mountains and valleys yours are seas and
from you came life to me, which grew to
do you wonder then why in rivers I flow to you
it is to dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea *
forming deltas on my way to your depths.
there is no way back for that part of me
consigned to you.
only the wash of grains speckled in light
in wave tossed surf green and gold find
A.J. Heskett aug 86.