For Water
A Poem
I linger on the edge
where water
meets
land.
Some call this a beach
but I suspect there are other names.
It is a possibility
that sand or rocks
are a good place to stand
but I slip between
sitting and falling
and rising.
A Poem
I linger on the edge
where water
meets
land.
Some call this a beach
but I suspect there are other names.
It is a possibility
that sand or rocks
are a good place to stand
but I slip between
sitting and falling
and rising.
I am a writer in love with nature. I am currently working on a poetry book, titled Wild Altar.