As if tethered to the above,
the sea was drawn back,
back beyond sight and sound,
until there was nothing but sand
yielding to footprints, which blurred,
and sank between blinks,
and bits of errant sea
caught in shallow dips while others
formed rivulets to hasten
after the rest.
Into this nothing the sky dropped,
smothering all with shades of steel
and iron, weeping rain such that
soon it may leave no room for the
returning tide, its fury tumbling
the spray laden air, lips glanced
by its salt spiced edge, darkening
dunes until they caked and fell.
I have seen fog congested forest
and sheets of sleet cutting
and found beauty,
I could not honour this place so.