Am I the shore? Place to rest in sun
’til waters reflect.
I know it is not what I am
to you, but many.
Am I for the wandering?
Hide here in time-
Tear up on cliffs, let go, fall
deep in water.
With salty wounds shelter staring,
in a cave, between fires silhouette.
Morning comforts rise across an ocean;
Find fortune on those shores.
Sail in, out, and smile goodbye,
Our island fruit in parlour – stay strong
In heart and soul labours.
I ponder how people see others In their reflections peering back vibrating in frenzied pools. Perceptions of themselves not forgot. Forgo forgotten shores, hands of circles in circles spiralling compulsions of self as self defined? Can they see themselves in the hubris of humanity?
Understanding another comes in stillness of self, knowing circles and patterns definitions as perceived. Hand in hand – around and around. ~IW~
Am I the North Sea, connected
to many shores,
Still separate? Seeing
north, east, west, and south –
News, dispersed to never touch
nor share a smile.
Slowly escape every shores fingers
dipping in, stirring her tempest
lapping and tasting
each particle, face, hand, ripple.
I cannot be her without
You swimming my depth –