Sunday, January 15, 2012
A Wet Magpie
You have left me breathless
Like whale song, low, vibrant,
You resonate around me,
Sounding out the depths.
Strident, I press on, always
Splashing, flailing, sloshing about,
Toward some distant shore
As if it must be swiftly reached.
I should know by now, alack,
No sun-bleached beach can match
This liquid calm, this clinging balm,
This home, wherein I now lie.
Eyes still closed, I breathe out,
Relishing in the flow of our tide.
As the swell subsides, I'm sure
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
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