Come, said the sea, I'll make you a pathway
where birds will scrawl their progress in the sand
and empty shells will find a home.
There will be rivers for you to stride across
and lakes for you to navigate
ever mindful where you place your feet.
When it comes, my water will be cold
and bright, and sharp, and here and now
and you will pay attention.
04/06/15
I wrote this poem after a walk on the beach, as an exercise in being in the here and now and writing from that experience. The next time I tried to do the same thing was a failure - I spent the whole walk composing the poem in my head in stead of living the experience.
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