Where the Waters Meet

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 

must return.

Words and image © Lucy Pierce 2018