Poem: Port Enyon

Port Enyon

 Low tide surrenders the everyday,

the face we show the world recedes

into the sea.

In its place are boulders, fissures, wormcasts,

pools of green so deep they defy the clean

sweep:  the pull of sun and moon

cannot diminish them.

Beautiful/ugly world;

algaed barnacles, the dead husks of

black mussels, slug-like anemones, sea flowers

yellow brown and alien.

And this is life.

 

When the tide turns all is flattened, homogenous.

But you and I know:

Beneath this placidity is darkness,

is decay so slow, wise and stubborn

no power on earth

can wash it away.

 

 

 

 

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