Tidal Days

Tidal days, sea-foam days that curl and shapeshift, carry the heart on the wind, out and back, out and back.

Horseshoe Bay, Port Elliot.

Days when I see energy lines, stones that bounce and tell of tides and schools of fish, the murmurings of the sea.

 

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About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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