against the hot shore of my mind,
against cliffs, into rocky hollows,
exploring dark caves,
slipping in where
no one dares:
simple and bold.
The tide is low.
I cool my tired words in the shallows
and walk my mind far from the shore
where high tide would submerge me.
Now I am safe. Farther out,
the silence is too dangerous and deep
but here, we come to meet each other
where delicate shells whisper
from the depths.