The ocean speaks

Morning Metaphysics

Five A.M.

cannot sleep

listen to the tide

regular

but not

predictable

but not

always retreating

always advancing

always the same

always changing

changing

changing

Dress in the half light 

down to the beach

feet in dry sand 

shifting

feet in wet sand 

sinking

feet in sea water

tingling cold

feet in tide pool

warming

tracing ridges of sand 

formed in the pull of waves

always the same

always different

always new

always old

always no one's

always mine

always

always

always

   ~Kate Lydon Varley

I listen, take notes