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Brightening skies pull against sleep

Still rocking on the outbound tide

Yearning for the far beyond

All dreams, the land Original

And wild,

Where what we know began

And where knowledge will end

The still sleep rocking

On the outbound waves

Forgetful, washing clean

Accumulated thoughts dissolving

Reasons we might have had

To wake. 

Blueness stirring at the sleep

As the shifting sea reclaims the sand

Foam reaching fingers to gather shells

Of night

Assuring a clean day

Ready for the rhythm and footprints

Of feet running the beach.

The water restores us to land,

Our outward journey fades.

We can’t recall how we arrived

Or when, exactly,

Except that travels cease, eventually,

And where we empty our bags,

We call it “home”

To anchor ourselves against the outbound tide 

That at sunset stirs again,

Tugs against the day

We hold against the sleep

Where again we’ll forget

Why it is we wake. 

                                                                   March 21, 2012
                                                                   Falmouth