The Sea

Seasway

Don’t say

You can’t hear its call,

Long for the song

Of the rip and the ride

For the pull and the push

Of the lace-bubbled tide.

Tideways

Sideways

It crashes and slides,

Slushing through pebbles

Colliding with cliffs

In love with the moon

And its star-tangled drift.

Wave-wrench

Tide-drench

The plain and the purl

Of the curls that unfurl

On the sea-butted sand

And the raggedy rocks

Of the salty-soaked land.

Clattersway

Chattertray

The stones gurl and growl,

And pools lap and link

To the beat of the brine

That sounds soft and sleepy

Or raps a wild line.

Don’t wait

-Be late-

And miss the big splash

The crash or the dash

At the edge of the sea

It’s the sound of our longing

The sound of the free.

From: The Poetry Lab

by Georgeanne