Sea Change


 
 
Close your eyes and hear the toss of the waves’
innumerable curls on the brow of the world–
. . . [T]he marge is replaced
by a lace of shells, to be gathered again
by the hairy sea when it swells; here nothing is built
or grown, and nothing destroyed . . .

 
“The Promontory Moment”
May Swenson