Sealers Cove Wilsons Promontory, January 2018
Where the Waters Meet
My heart feels like these waters
at this point of low tide.
The brackish culmination
of my arduous tributaries,
of my contouring landscapes
pushing hard and fast
into the great, salty, oceanic turquoise,
which pushes back in turn.
And there they mingle,
one so reddish brown it could be blood,
the other sharp and crystalline.
Two forces apposing and yet ultimately
surrendering their separateness
to pulse and to meld
in the force of tide and current,
mingling at last into the greater body of the two,
made as one.
The muddle of experience merging
with the source of creation.
A birthing place,
where worlds colliding are reconciled,
in the swirling pulse of transmutation.
The inner friction of disparate waters
meeting, resisting, surrendering.
The beauty of the turgid.
The beauty of the pristine.
The sweet waters and the salt waters.
The accumulated narrative and history of my terrain
being received by the enveloping ocean
of that which is greater,
to which all things
Words and image © Lucy Pierce 2018