Monday, October 7, 2024

poem

 The Beach

The lovers, once they’ve found 

One another, and not before,

Find their way to the shore

Because the beach 

Belongs to neither the sea

Nor the land

Though it partakes of each. 

Then a long walk holding hands 

On smoothed gray sand

Where waves collapse 

And anoint our crimsoned feet.

Here, in this middle place

Where we cannot drown 

Nor put any roots down

We walk. We breathe. We live.

Here, something is just beginning

Or finally ending, pending one's perspective.

It’s the one place where everything 

We’ve ever wanted is one step away

Even as it all recedes from us.

So we saunter on

As if our lives depended on it 

As far as the shore will take us

Turning neither right nor left

Neither land nor sea 

Lost in the certainty

Of this seam of reality

That is neither one nor two

No longer me

But not quite you.


10/7/24

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