Today I went to talk to the waves

I watched them rise

and crest

Then, foaming, fall

Come surging to my feet

 

The tide-swept beach

still virgin clear

of footprints, save my own

beside three toed tracks

from skittish sandpipers

 

Here am I, jetsam of the land

Come to meet

Flotsam of ocean

Where high tide marks

The gathering place

Of all things lost and wondering