Beach Combing

What treasures await

Under foot by the sea

Shapes of our adrift

Shades of melancholy

Each walk, unique

Alone with seashelf

Intimacy with the oblique

Boxes of time in oneself

Salvaged or reclaimed

May our trash become art

Our collective hope, exclaimed!

What matters of heart?!

Beach combing—a presence

To what is, to what might be

Distilling of our essence

All feet bare & wet with rising sea

Blessed be the voice of sea