BRIGHTON BEACH
We took you to the edge of the sea,
to tug your anchor, stretch your world.
We knew the sea’s edge and beyond.
We had ridden it hard through years,
reached landfall on its horses,
vaulted from their rolling backs
onto stones, afraid but laughing.
We’d heard the voice in its rising
and tried to listen the long vowels
into meaning. But it’s a language lost
to us, broken into spume and spray,
salt dust that falls away ashore.
You watched those horses reining
in, your blue scrutiny solemn. And,
as they turned and rode away again,
Canute without a care, you turned,
stamped up the shingle, lay down
and curled into sleep to dream
in a heartbeat the slow chant
of the tide, its wordless lullaby.
pic from: http://www.gilest.org/2002/photos/portland-beach.jpg
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