Always…
always,
forever & a day,
the sea at its base
heaving
breathing
exhaling salt spray
each deep indrawn breath
released
in swell & spume against
granite slabs & stacks,
blocks & columns…
And those longstanding stones,
grooved equally with age,
call out in reply:
Yes, oh yes…
Wear away our ancient bones…
Grind down our blades & edges…
Relieve us – bit by bit by bit –
of our ponderousness…
Blunt us… Smooth us…
Spread us out beneath your
foam-laced tide…
Grant us curves unknown,
unfelt before your touch
‘till we emerge,
reformed.
Always streaming,
stroking,
singing
in ceaseless gray-green respiration,
the sea accepts all pleas,
all hopes, all griefs…
laps & soothes & polishes…
Ever willing to oblige,
always,
always,
forever & a day,
the sea receives,
survives.
— C.Birde, 9/20
Nightjars & Damselflies 
I love this! I can see how much you were inspired by your trip with these perfect words put together so seamlessly.
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Thank you, kindly 🙂 This is one of my favorite places on earth, and whenever I’m lucky enough to get there, everything seems to come together clearly in word and image, like a visitation or an out-of-body experience. Sometimes, I’m lucky enough to catch it! ❤️
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