Tide & Upwelling: A Diptych

I. Tide Sleeping, breath rolls in waves,surf on the shore of dreams.Moon hauls the dreamer's water, phase by phase;kelp-dark thought uncoils, opens like a palm. Thought-flotsam the shore collects,wrack from teeming verdant life.The dreamer buries treasure;the woken mind finds a chest—jinni, genius, jest—Ozymandias trailing his measure across wet sand. Slowly, tide erases all it gave,back … Continue reading Tide & Upwelling: A Diptych