Shark Eye Shell
Each wave moves its energy in ellipses
and united, they roll a wide body of water
closer. In a ferment of parts,
they break their white noise louder,
they unsettle the stones.
We walk beyond the perish of groynes,
we stalk the gulls' own shoreline
and passing the erosion
of our own internal landscapes,
we let go of ancient words.
We discover a brined bone - my rib,
I tell you, an offering for a distant man
who discarded my sacrifice here.
I hold up an empty shark eye shell
and listen to it, pretend
I hear hymns of whale song.
now that the wind and spray
have baptised our faces
we can go back, can't we,
washed up, anew,
as if we were strangers.
We can make-believe it's Sunday,
when the silence is only the pause
before we begin again,
we can concoct our own stories
to explain away everything:
this is how the oceans assemble
and reassemble their own religions.
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