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.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2022
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