Thursday, November 9, 2017

To Our Lost Bearings

A morning blue and gray
Sea sky and land have
Merged into one and
The dock on the bay is
Completely submerged
By the incoming tide

Earth heaves a muffled sigh
Underneath the waters
Benignly rippling
Across the salt marsh
Advancing the sea wrack
To mark the shoreline
A few inches higher still
We’ve lost our bearings
Our footing may follow soon enough





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