The sadness of the sea,
waves like words, broken,
hearts like shells, shattered;
previous presences
waves wash away;
footprints gone,
keep concealed,
fish, fowl and seaweed fallow,
under froth white foam
of the sea;
waters spume and spray,
with their withdrawal
haloed by light
disappearance
the pale nobility that
quiet, baptismal
ripening demands,
the letting go.
(Photo taken and copyrighted by Susan W. N. Ruach. website susanruachphotography.com)
