Tiding

by

Frank Valentyn

I had a sudden flash of inspiration
as I crouched on a sun-glittered slope of beach
wind, waves and sand around me
wondering about my inclinations
reasons and reasoning
filtering through my hands and mind
the driftline treasure of the last high tide
the broken and unbroken forms within
tiding into view and gliding out again
I realised with sweet cresting immediacy
that I had been constituted in the deep
and that all broken was unbroken, mending
a tiding purpose, spoken in the cry of gulls
the hissing sheen of rolling thrust within
a sleeping elegance of might, trimmed
to whim and lull of singing wind
intimately purposed in patterned waves
and that all wistful din was interwoven music
I waded gratefully and in pliant celebration
through the waving shallow froth of indeterminacy
knowing that all randomness was just a close horizon
the glittering wind-fresh moisture on my skin
as much a melody of cause as an effectual harmony
something within me, fraction of the sum total
and yet not less, rose from the sand and sang
towards where I could see her just over and beyond
low crest of dune, part of us both
love, gulls and shining sea, handfuls of shells

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