Low tide
"Words, we have none."
Conversation (Humboldt Bay)
Road signs and wires
bind the horizon.
Low tide:
wide swaths of mud rub in.
Words, we have none.
We're lost
in the tone
splayed between
shadows
bending
with the wind's pitch.
Conversation (Humboldt Bay)
Road signs and wires
bind the horizon.
Low tide:
wide swaths of mud rub in.
Words, we have none.
We're lost
in the tone
splayed between
shadows
bending
with the wind's pitch.
I hear some Gerard Manley Hopkins in there. Lovely and sad.
Thank you JM. I have experienced this many times but have never had the ability to communicate the sensation. Now I point to Low tide.