the tidal
this thing between us is tidal.
sea waves or ocean. time will tell.
for now it crashes so gently against
my heart
whatever ever levy remains
doesnt do so for long, sweet crumbling stone
you may rest
your million year duty served
retire to the years of your warm and golden sands
for this one crashes kindly, mostly lapping
and licking, rolling then receding.
and ive come through many storms
to know even as she rises
even when the easy break breaks to days
of heavy hammering walls
curling clawing spitting drowning drum
beats on this shore
well,
this too i can hold
for i fear not, resent never, ever again
the way her heart is shifting these sands
grey green blue waters, lap, break, curl, claw
have your way with this land of ours.
do your best. do your worst.
i wont stop tracing this edge with you
until we know
but, if we ever returned again to this place
would it really be?
sand shifted, levy broken, awash, adrift
this thing between us is tidal
it crashes. it rolls. it moves
this thing between us,
well,
it breathes.