The Beginning
it was in the dead of summer
on a cliff bare as bone
watching waves' redundant dance
silent as stone
we left handprints quietly
on raw sunburnt skin that
made us run into the ocean
to find our relief in
rising water's endless motion
coming and going one upon the other
leaving us spent and out of breath
our arms stretched in reverence
like prayer in a pagan church
we turned our faces toward heaven
suspended between sky and earth
hearing sounds of ancient voices
singing in the surf.
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