The waves wash over welcome sand,
the
Oversoul such a wide and ponderous thing.
There
is freedom on the land
for
legs and claws, feathers and wings
and
a simple life of quotidian things
and
me.
The
tide rolls out to the deep
and
carries away the steps on the path,
the
settling of accounts by cabin’s light.
It
is a relief to once again roll into the sea,
the
home where there is only a present tense
of
to be.
~William Hammett
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