Sinking into the source,
Awash in mother liquid,
I walk along the beach.
My feet step in and out of water,
And I wiggle my toes in the sand
At every chance I take to stand
Still on the edge of the world.
The birds and I can share
The sweet and food-filled strand
Peaceably with each other . . .
More than enough for them,
Far more than enough for me.
They are there to keep bodies fed,
I for something else.
And it sustains me so to wander,
The ocean on one side, on the other the land,
That I lose myself for half a day
And find myself again.
