The gulls dive time and time again
until at last they swipe a meal
and drift back home, just slightly away from the endless blue.
The last of the light slips away
giving way to darkness-
Leaving us to wade ankle-deep into the unknown,
to whisper secrets to ourselves
and hope that a star may risk exposure
So that we might make a wish-
Knowing full-well it won't be fulfilled.
But wishing it all the same.
The tide dares a further reach
And breaks hard on the packed sand.
Then subsides back-
once again becoming part of itself-
Not because it feared separation,
but rather it recognized the strength
In being one.
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