Sea-Wanderer through Dreams

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FORGOTTEN OBJECTS ON A BEACH

Patricia Excell

Sea-smooth stones imprison a moon
On the shore where the winds hide
In purple shells, delicate and known from childhood.

I am a sea-wanderer through dreams--
Retracing calligraphy of weed and sand,
Touching again wave and driftwood;

Strange shapes that are half memories--
Laughter and sand-dune silence! The child's
White joy at the merging of the worlds.

I plunge my hands into this shining space,
Hold sea-sculpture and the moon
On the shadowless beach.

I re-enter a familiar world. But now
The once heard sound I know to be
Chirico's horses trampling on the shore.