Tidelines by Robert Kull



On my beach
ten thousand
broken mussel shells
slowly turn to sand.

each was
like me today

I crunch my way
among their corpses murmuring

Down the channel
to the west
a fierce north wind
sends foaming whitecaps south.

And at my feet
the soft slosh of ebb tide
roars in my heart.

– Robert Kull, Solitude: Seeking Wisdom in Extremes

(Photo: tidelinesstilllife.com)

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