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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