Along the Shore
Along the shore I walked across wet sand
leaving footprints, a breeze across my face.
I listened to waves sluice across the strand
sifting, shifting pebbles to some further place;
a restless yet rhythmic refreshing sound:
despite the noise, washing and gifting peace.
At flood tides' limits rotting seaweeds mound,
where grubs and flies emerge for birds to feast.
Here upon the shore between high and low,
between ebb and flow, a margin unclaimed
has actions of nature revealed on show.
Signs of my presence are washed out, reclaimed,
yet held in these phrases I share with you
from the shore - ever the same, always new.
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