The Restless Sea
By the tide
the riddle
of lines,
etched in sand
across
an empty beach,
I walk,
the sky tips
a restless wind
to the waves,
to the sea
forever
out of time,
hours
and years:
horizons
out of reach
edging closer,
ever closer
to the emptying sea,
for the restlessness
of skies
to the emptying
life
of me
as above,
upon the wind,
the clouds billow
in great sails
of light
above the ships,
edging closer,
ever closer
to an emptying sea,
And with their great funnels
and tell-tale sign
of fires
and smoke,
climbing
the curve
of the horizon
with their containers
impossibly stacked,
like great sea castles
of trade and commerce,
impossibly heavy,
sea ships sail
yet closer,
ever closer
to the emptying sea,
through lines
of buoys and sandbars
and sandbanks,
that mark my estuary.
And upon the shoreline, beyond the last
of the woodlands,
the stumps and driftwood,
the abandoned sculptures
of fossilized trees
I look across
the vastness
of tides and time,
the waves and the sea,
closer, ever closer,
the other side
of the world
and back,
and sink my imagination
in the vastness
of sand, water
and the changing face
of an open sky,
closer,
ever closer
to this emptying life
and sea.
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