Coast
(audio version here)
There is a place you belong.
It sits beyond the houses,
roads, fields, factories and fences
and is miles and miles and miles long
and turns back to meet itself.
The laws there are immutable
ancient and inescapable
but generally benign,
if you respect them.
It is advisable to go barefoot
or wear stout boots,
warm clothes or none at all.
Keep your ears open for the pounding
slow-mo syncopation
or the road-like roar
or the shoosh, lazy, hush.
Let your hair be ruffled,
your body shoved about.
Meet the locals, those in fine feathers,
and don’t be alarmed
when they set off the warning system.
Make space for imaginings,
rememberings, connectings.
There is enough room for them all
if you stay long enough.
And when the light fades
there may be no dark,
only less bright
and air that is more precise.
You belong here.
Copyright (c) 2019 Sue Reid Sexton (as per usual)
