Author: Mary Waterfield

I went one last time
to the shore
to hear turbulence,
feel sand in my shoes,
put the flag of my shadow
on the surf.
I looked at the roundtable
of the first universe,
the vast amphitheater
of light
evaporating into the cosmos,
and felt released
from the tangled stems of life,
becoming a string strummed
by the waves,
a piece of the sea
cast on the beach,
like the magic song
of a shell,
to keep in remembrance
of this place.