Friday, January 9, 2015

Carve: Another Beach Poem

Carve

Carve me into
gentle ripples, undulations,
hills of grace and spirit and love.

Each day a
different shape:
You bring, you take

The grains of sand that 
build me up, then pull
me down again,

These waves
of flow and ebb.
And it is all right:

This gaining, and then 
losing.  Because one day
you will come for me.

Some early morning
when the sun is painting
the lines of waves brilliant white.

You will walk across
those waves to me, and take
me to that other shore.