Coastline

A pause by the ocean..

The inlets

Wrap around the water

Writhing in the fury of the ocean’s waves,

Obscuring the distance they reveal

To the eyes that gaze absentmindedly

Down their beaches and their cliffs.

 

Indifferent to the conflict below,

The sun blazes down

But the winds cleanse the skin of its heat

As they are driven from the sea.

 

The sea that breaks the stoic rocks

And casts the sand’s lonely grains

-Along with the many homeless winds-

Across the beaches which slope

At the feet of their stony bluffs.

 

But the cliffs stand in austere grandeur

Defiantly surveying the endless waters

Whose numerous, ceaseless, enduring waves

Are kept at bay by the towering unity.

 

I am of the wind that has no home

In the conflict of sea and land

I am the sun that lights this vision:

Firmament of hills, sea and sand.

 

Tides come and go but never leave me

Sands shift in time but never deceive me

As sun I shine light on all at hand:

This ceaseless meeting of sea and land.