©2000 by Carol Marie

Walking along the shore
and admiring the tiny pools
that pull in sea life
only to allow it to wash away
with each tidal breath
The wind picks up a solitary moan
siren like in its approach
gnawing at the spine of reproach
and yet who cares anyway
I kick up sand to remind me of my youth
that illusive memory that binds me
to a truth I hold hollow in my chest
Sometimes its rears itself only to choke me
like an eddy out of control
it swirls me and delivers me into the hands
of Poseidon..Neptune by another name
God of the waters that heal and somehow mend me
enough to carry on another day

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