Seascape

by Ed Higgins

Eased by this rising moon,
the tide’s darkening stain surges
onto wet waiting sand. Thrust inward
toward the yielding reluctant shore.

Tentative, at first, this receding/inflowing
discourse of wave, sand, and cleft-split rock.

The ambiguous edge barely perceptible
now against the sea’s widening urge.

The surf out there like a quickened pulse
to the heart.