Revived

Surrounding self with shells of snails, You lie on warming shifting sand Sifting through your open hand, Adrift with tidal rifted swales. Charting ebbs and flows of sun, Wisps of clouds reveal the show That hermit crabs and sea crows know And quietly your brain has spun. The waters turn, the tables, too, As comfort’s found in sandy dunes, And concert in gulls’ shrilly tunes, Relentless though the ocean’s brew. Emboldened by the sand and rock, Self aligns with shale and shells, Enchanted by the salted swells, And Siren-like, the gulls’ sweet talk. You’re only one of millions more, As grains and shells and showers; Though insignificant your powers, Not so the strength found at the shore. Steadfast again your peace survives, Near broken on a hidden shoal; Designed, determined to be whole, In turbulence the soul revives. Feb. 8, 2019 Enclosed Rhyme, Emile Pinet