It's the beach where the edges
Of the world come together,
Can all be seen, and where
I stand on the crease of firmament
And sea. Water retreats
And sucks out the hollows underneath
My toes and it runs from the filmy rush
Of a spent wave back into creamy breakers
And then back into the green swell, and further
Still through the ocean, which is like
A vast, crusted plain, or the surface of the moon.
Underneath are hid depths and light
Up to the limit of my vision
And the last reach of the sea:
A line of shrinking white
Where the water and the sky
Were pulled apart to find this form.
And to my sides and back
Is the coastline, torn
From stone and soil to make solid
The border between ground and wave.
This is where formlessness and rock
Meet constantly. Where I look on
The threads of this Earth, and see
At hand the power to create.