Unquiet Tides

Barefoot I could walk this beach Forever and yet never reach That fabled land where sand meets sky I never will, though I might try Barefoot among empty shells With hermit crabs’ permit to dwell And none or all to call my home I take comfort in the ephemeral foam Barefoot by this misty bay Where spindrifts spill their silver spray And strands of kelp can’t help but scroll Love letters in the sand and soul Barefoot I will stroll this shore Forever and for evermore In driftwood dreams, I seem to fly I never will, though I might try.