A gossamer thin ocean hits low notes today
Only the lower ones, the hapless sullen lover
The nonchalant up - above couldn’t care less
Wind bleats, boat creaks, pet dogs merry-hop in the sea-wind
These shores they say have seen the Mayflower
And yet, several hundred others sunk to the merciful bottom
Going down is hard albeit low effort
People of the first light walked here; waters are the finest monuments
To have seen it all. Flotsam of undaunted lives
Lighthouses, moved and freshly painted still can't shake off
Dim fragments of light swept in from the depths of turbulent nights
The biggest moon of the year's impending, we must head back
Soon. Quietly we exchange smiles like vows.
Sense drowns deep in me or perhaps it’s the nip of the wind
Like a fool I toss away my shoes and walk
Barefoot on the beach, soft sand and silken touch and all.
.Anant
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