Why do you come to the mouth of the sea?
What of the incessant questioning?
You take steps beyond choice
And it fills you with joy
Answering the voice
That pulls your feet forward

Perhaps…

I come to the sea
To collect my voice
That drowned yesterday
In the storm of noise
I hear her call distantly
As she rolls back to me

“Pause, listen.”
There, she glistens

Poetry

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