Poem 5/19


I believe in one God;

I confess toward the sea.

in the Son;

As their waves teem, I echo their beat.

in the Spirit;

I realize the water is deep,

and I hope.

missing you who once stood next to me.



I remember your words and I long for my place.

Do I fit on these shores? Is my house in the caves?

Do I wander with tides and find comfort twixt grasses,

or swim or run off from these slopes and wind passes?



Edges, rimmings; tided in,

hedges, trims; confided sin.

What is loosed and what’s more stable?

Shifting stones hold wire cable.

Weights keep taut and waves relent,

sunset clouds burn pink, “repent.”

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