Coastal Meditation
Poem #285 • She is the company of the sea
On a secluded beach by a coastal town
forest jutting right up to the sand’s edge
casting the coast in equal sun and shade
Only the tide enters and goes
except for those that know weaving lines
through bark and leaves
There walks a woman with more minerals than salt
and more savory to the eyes
no cycle of the shore or time of day can whisk her away
she is the company of the sea
Cropped on top in heather gray around her sleeves
winding below her breasts
purple petals are on her mind and about her waving waist
playing with her hair in the hueing haze of late afternoon
She stands tall in the water with waist spreading her stance
Looking into the lapping waves as dusk settles in
she turns back to weaving lines
thankful for a time to coast on the coast
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This poem feels like a meditation in its own right. The gentle movement of the tide, the quiet setting, and the woman's reflective presence all contribute to a sense of tranquility. Reading it felt like taking a brief escape from the noise of everyday life.
The descriptions are rich without being overwhelming. Every detail seems carefully chosen to build the atmosphere of the poem. The result is a piece that feels gentle, reflective, and deeply connected to the natural world.