Before the Tide

Many silences,

circling back into sand

by the glass

by the window

this is how you land.                      

Plunge the dark where

all the fine beasts

dive towards sky.

Say more than you have to.

Each pebble a witness

promise and music,

here you are made smaller.

Eating our language,
the song gets stronger.

So much common magic,

an ocean is dreaming

of washing

into the graveyard
to find it’s flower.