sea scape dream scape
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
on land, reality is fine edged and crisp,
but on an impulse to go on out to the beach
on a warm winter day,
I enter a mystery
of mist rising up from the sea
hovering over the land
reaching down from the sky
making the smallest
difference in color and shade
between land, air, sand, sea, and sky indistinguishable.
I have dreamed of this place.
Now I think I am walking
alone in the day on wet sand,
the sea as far out as it can go,
I will dream of this place again
I may be dreaming now.
Is sinew the only difference between
our walking waking and our haunted dreaming?
I am in a place of longing and regret-
a wide beach, those.
Boats clang and moan behind the curtain of mist
so close I could touch them;
a dog bounds up to me…
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