Shoreline

 

When you walk to the sea
does it see you, or do you see it first?

Did it call for you, as you find yourself
standing at its shoreline in response to
beacons of underwater Californian
lighthouses calling to pilgrims,
saline blooded souls with hearts in
synch to each other in metronomic
time of whale choir songs

Did it call you to replenish its
hungry currents, armies of lost
seaman ghosts of drowned
lovers

Did it whisper in your dreamy ears
songs of promising cleansing as you
tumbled yet another day away
from your mother’s water filled
womb

We are the footnote at the ocean’s
shore, the plaything at its foaming
shallows and warm embrace of
undertow

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