She waded at a silent shore,

testing brink of now & then

–and whispered wish for sands before

and missing him a life or more

beyond the shoals of why & when,

She waded at a silent shore

as sirens will a sea implore,

on weighted buoy of hope & yen

–and whispered wish for sands before

that any tide, or swearing for

could e’re undo, nor change amend,

She waded at a silent shore

impelled to seek by deepest core,

confusing, fixed phenomenon

–and whispered wish for sands before

for beacon lost atop a moor

that trumped all start & stayed all end

She waded at a silent shore

–and whispered wish for sands before…

©Karen Robiscoe

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