From The Shore

I like the fact that before the sea
I am the same as you
The same as everyone
Who falls

To the swell of waves
That pulse towards land
A reminder
Of the pull

To our other selves
The us swept in
The liquid sheath
The blood coil

Froth and foam
The ozone scent
Shared between those
Who line the coast

And look out
And wait for the other
To return
The other us, I mean