Tide blooms embossed in rocks ...
Exploration as a recollect,
The rose scent wind recalls
Another coast, another age ...
Cave bells can conjure
Any mysterious witch.
The sea that seizes
Seems universal.
To let go of this nostalgia
Is to find what little there is,
To be cataloged
For spellbound eyes,
While beachcombers keep theirs peeled
For what is new,
The eternally recurring
Crab.
