Somewhere, sometime, we roam
On beaches, white water foam
Cascading past spirit forms
Of bygones let be bye gone
Disappearing glances, sideswept grazes
Leaving markings in the sand
That remain etched in the mind
Like the taste of salt in the fresh
-water, lingers, never fades
Entirely, something there at
The edges of the everyday

We roam, our thoughts wander, wonder
What it is we do here
Do we, mean what we say, say
What you mean, do you,
Do I know, notice
The words spilling, henceforth
Think before you speak, say
Do you hear the trees?
There is water somewhere
Near to here, nearer
Than I think, perhaps
It always was