Wednesday, November 24, 2021

LOW TIDE ON WINGAERSHEEK BEACH

 

Borne on the tides, tossed,


we land on foreign rocks,

cling, limpets powered by the fear

that we might slip and slide

when the next heavy wave breaks.

 

Across a chasm

there’s another land, clad in green,

where we might settle,

but the border’s dark and deep.


There's no guarantee

that if we relaxed our grip,

put faith in the sea,

the waves would take us there.

 

But we can’t stay here forever:

we must calculate and take the risk.

 

Some of us might make it.


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