A Trace in the Sand
Poetry
by Ruth Malan

 

Tides that move me

You are
           
awesome beauty
Your handsome face
and rugged mountains merge
Unsettling images
that spill
             themselves into me
Rain into streams now
rivers then, your imagination
courses, clefts valleys,
turns fields rich in
my mind.

And me,
           a shifting tidal sea
I want to wash
along your shores
flow over and through
you, then
              drift out again
Leaving you changed
in your capacity
to change. Inspiration
a gift returned and
yet kept.
 

 

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