At high tide it\u2019s a mystery.
\nLike all things barely there,
\nstrange shadows, rustles
\nthat speak in voices,
\nwaves surfacing far from shore.
\nNo island.
\nNo wake,
\nbut presence.
\nLater at low tide
\na sandbar,
\nbare as the back
\nof a whale.<\/p>\n
A place to stand on,
\nswimmer take care,
\na place to rest
\nand say no further out,
\ngo back to shore.
\nBut rest a moment
\nlike things that need a pause
\nto come together,
\nsandbar,
\nlittle country without a name,
\nbarely geography,
\na place to puzzle on from afar
\ninvisible,
\nwhere a man can walk on water.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At high tide it\u2019s a mystery. Like all things barely there, strange shadows, rustles that speak in voices, waves surfacing far from shore. No island.…<\/p>\n