Nothing like the coast
To tie the land and the sea,
To manage the soil’s daily greed…
To greet the pounding
the sounding
The rush, crush, crash and fall for every wave.
Far away from the coast
There is no in
Between.
Everything
That can be thought
Defeated sinks so easily.
The coast remembers everything,
Who has drowned, or been floundered,
Saved.
Yet it has no permanent measure
Like an ever shifting interpretation of an ancient myth
Sung new.
Morning and evening tide.
Music: Don’t Know Why by Nora Jones