Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Beached





it is

The ocean gives voice.
Incessantly. Today it appears
full of caprice, milky
with bubbles. It lays a mat
of cool, velvet sand under my feet,
places on a low tide's shelf,
ground pieces of ruddy brick,
book-shaped bits of tile.
an entire tree, beached
and monstrous. Take it
as a warning or a gift. Eventually
the sea will take it back.
The sea does what it does,
is what it is.

Kay McKenzie Cooke

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