Today I walk winding paths to find nature cross a hare who braces in stone stature and in a stare down dare
the wall between us My final steps send her leaping To move on from here is must The mist from the ocean is calling
From the foliage I find her song thrusting itself upon his shores And in a sigh she's gone but in waves comes again imploring
The tide is low exposing all her treasure Gems of her sea kept below jingling musically in measure
Those white finger tips pull Those sepia hands hold And the webbed feet of the gull explores her phasing in this time bold
I find myself along her inlet between two lands touched by her mule in my walk to understand Hannah's fret and the birth of Samuel
So I walk antenatal with ghost praying for a voice heard from within its paling To be as the diving bird along this coast who can hold his breath and reappear from sailing
