Sea Change

There is comfort in a beach.

To gaze on stone worn down

To endure as sand.

Sheet metal folded like pastry,

Branches sculpted by time. People endure.

 

To hold a world of colours between fingertips,

A galaxy of grains on your palms.

Listening to each wave’s sigh,

as your own Breath That Will come,

However painful.

 

Watch cloud-made shadows lift

Bringing shimmering light. Wind

Making tears in your eyes.

An endless cycle,

Played out with the tide.

© Tom Tide 2016

 

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