Low Tides


Punalu`u, cloud reflection in tidal pool

Punalu`u, cloud reflection in tidal pool

Your words slip through my lips,

A gentle push into the unknown

Where I wait in darkness

For water to move,

In dampness,

In raindrops,

In ocean tides

Where shells of beauty

Are stranded on clinging rocks,

Vulnerable,

Open,

Still wet

For gathering,

By finger tips,

Palms,

And tongues,

Searching for meaning.

Karen K.L. Espaniola      October 7, 2014

Poetry

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