this sea works me into sand,
i lie facing it, my belly, sand.
this sea is love and death,
the love and death of all of us.
this water falls from my eyes,
carried from shore to shore;
lines cavernous, lines bold,
this beach a place to hold
you. at last a place for your feet
to shuffle through my remains;
soon to brush past me,
past me into this sea.
first published in the '24hr chapbook challenge - sea'
appears in the chapbook 'sleeve notes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem