you are the sea to me, violent, mysterious
enveloping.
beyond my hold your tidal energies move
steadily
brushing the shoreline which is my perimeter
the edge
of understanding you. first under, then next
to your
ever evolving form, my beach, my mind,
is shaped
with your flow. I am a rocky coast, not
easy on you.
time and the nature of our being are unrelenting.
my earth
shapes you with rigid form defining the movement
of waters;
your being—fluid, powerful, changing—sculpts
my body
with storm and ripple and tender lapping waves
century practiced.
seasonal you are, and resilient, full of color, depth
and life.
movement with you is natural, liquid and
expected;
while the forces in me lurch in quake-like
eruption.
I am the continent to your ocean. where my
extremes
are mountains and valleys yours are seas and
streams.
from you came life to me, which grew to
consciousness.
do you wonder then why in rivers I flow to you
in pieces?
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
turning
in wave tossed surf green and gold find
Home.
A.J. Heskett aug 86.
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