#492 (under water oath)

If anything

the sea sealed

and reopened

my ears, granting

the courage to

listen again,

the absence of noise

enabling me to hear

the various tones

of wind and the sounds

of the pauses between

crashing waves.

I’ve dug my feet deep

into the tideland,

tickled by worms and

the constant rebirth

of wet soils,

shaping and rebuilding

the land.

Until my face meets

your spray again,

I shall carry on

under water oath

to celebrate the

words between the

flight of seagulls and

the constant hum

of offshore wind wheels,

I’ll carry it through

the bitter and the sweet,

my heart relieved of

melancholy as it has

become the fuel

to my lunar torch.

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