By the Shore I find you by the salt water, waves weaving patterns, a dance between land and sea, sand and foam.

how far will you carry depth, your fingers tracing maps of love and loss, a shell whispers underneath, a reminder of time spent, a treasure hidden.

to stand here, with tides carving newer shores, while horizons press, a longing to escape could drown us all, but I am here in resolve with the roar of bird calls, restless metal worn over rock, kissing each tide goodbye.

Anne Waldman

• Anne Waldman