Back To Basics
Low tide on muddy flat
Squishing cold between bare toes
Slipslide steps of ever careful balance
Rhythm break of sharper shells
A minefield trip to brown salt water
With sun and stench colluding
To dull the pain of outliving children
A soul re-awakens in the soft slippery
Sinking grip of tidal change
Outward inward upward
There is no end in sight
As space expands
And color runs in light
To follow reason
Forever asking why
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2005
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