Reflections On A Seatide Poem by Goddo Faggotte

The Great Sea of our Earth,
swelling white and sighing blue,
with me, worshipful on the bleached bare dune
under the Greatest Sun of our Heaven,
below the breaking water.

It was the high tide of my little life,
washed by breakers of challenge,
soothed in the tidal pool
of my gentle lover’s embrace.

The Sea, our diligent mother,
and the Sun, always magnificent in his passion,
swallowed my reflections
in swirling sprays of salted mist.

Humbled to silence
under the rollocking waves above me,
I lay down against a gull-frilled dune,
breathing deeply of the deep kelp-bed air,
my spirit cleansed and quietened.