'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Saturday, February 9, 2013

a poem revised...


Refusal

‘...and there was no more sea,’ Revelation 21.1



The shore at day’s end -
I watch as the tide recedes;
seabirds play and wash
as the last sunlight fades.

Calcified fragments of a sand
dollar crumble, the sea
calm, a shimmering
lure as the winter flees.


I will not say farewell 
to the sea, not say at last
a desert is all there is -
if there is no sea all is lost.

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