Shore - Poem by Isabel Kestner
Nothing transpires like the waves of light
trailing your life. Your history is a greedy
ocean that twists your body on the shore
trying to ring drops of the future out of
You have not learned it yet.
The years you spent tossing in the rush
of the sea have caused you to ask the
solid earth to take you into her
The voiceless earth will not congratulate
you for having found her there, lying
where she has always been and will
always remain, regardless of you.
You do not need the quiet meadow anyway.
That ground is where the grave is.
You are best off where there is sound
in the breaking of waves.
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