Once I stood upon the deep sea’s door, and thought
myself fixed in time and space, imagining my feet to have followed
the well worn path
upon an anchored and ancient place.
And yet the jealous sea roared through this idyll,
ripping and tearing through dune and slack,
shredding trees in its greedy maw,
spitting out sand and shells in desperate whorls
as it painted the new born shore.
