Bare Shoreline

A poem about elusive moments

The sea and the sky merge into a shy embrace The wave barely dares to make its chiffon heard. Low tide, you walk in this ocean church, your prints Are fading as you are stepping on this damp sand.

You would like staying here for longer than time, You’d like to imprint this moment in your soul but your walk Will soon reach the limit of the beach and the return will be different. The vibration of each cardinal point is so specific. You’d like to go west forever.