I watch this sea
in half light
and in total darkness,
finding it mysterious and ever-changing.
I listen to its song,
the even ebb and flow of the tide
I don’t check the time,
knowing by the sound that the tide has come in.
When I wake,
as the dawn breaks over the horizon,
I know that the water will have receded.
The tide will be out
and spread across the beach,
scattered like drunken sailors on leave,
will be messages from the deep,
interspersed with cylindrical sand shapes
where the water has leached away
waiting for the moment the tide pushes its way
the land’s thirst for the sea
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Photograph taken by SirenSong1208