Sand, Sea, and Conversation.
Outline
A row of sea shells lay on a pebble beach, with the sea and sky beyond.
Time
Between Ebb and Flow
Place
A Pebble Seashore
Duration
From One Tide To The Next
Essence
Patience
Atmosphere
Untroubled
. . .
I am drawn to you.
And I to you.
I could leave for the open sea, but a wave would take me far away never to return.
Then stay.
Wait for the coming tide.
We chink shells
Our bodies warm within
Gilled life our love begins
