Low tide, revealing a porous seabed.
Drawing our ecosystems to the peninsula,
the reaching fingers of the earth’s crust.
Expanding time and breath before
pushing us back toward the center.
The pragmatic pulse of the heart.
A sadness, leaving the coast.
The journey east towards the familiar
unfolding a long form meditation
into a 900-mile conversation.
A tide of reflection and the suspended energy of the ocean, carried inland.