SEA, A POEM OF THE HUNGRY SOUL

We are like the sea
Living our lives in cycles,
And spending our edges
In slow rhythm
Against the shore
Hearing only our own song
A monosyllable-
Swish,
Swish,
Swish,
While waves darken the sand,
And white salt foam
Pushes the same limit-
As always;
Meeting the boundary where
Broken life,
Driftwood,
And kelp rot,
In the sun.
So we walk our beachfront
And pick through the
Seafoam wreckage
Hoping to find
Little treasures.

(C) A.E. Dozat 8/31/14