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| It was my pleasure to be joined on a poetry walk this week by Mark Shipsides. Mark has a deep connection to the coast and fascinating insights into the relationship between the landscape and his own story. We touched on some big themes and I want to thank Mark for sharing his thoughts and writing, and inspiring more of my own. |
The sea keeps breaking
again and again
cracking open then closing over
Rising muscles split
into spay
and settle into rolling lines
They whisper in many voices
becoming
one roar
looking like a tide
What we call land
begins in fragments
thrown to shore
A fragile edge
Wind and waves keep pushing
and pulling
the whole into its million parts
then back together
Salt heals
Seeds gather and root
A semblance of solidity
forms and falls
and forms again
Gulls may land but not for long
Their world is bigger
than a nest
They know the physics
holding it all
is the only constant
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