You are etched into the crevasses of tide in the sand
You are the simple but noble rock on the shore
ever present, but not always seen
Now every wildflower calls your name
remembering you to me

Your eyes spied the best stones on the beach,
or a hidden beauty… the signs that drew you
deep into their world
You are the geologist who knew their composition
the artisan that breathed their lessons into glass

You held my hand by the water’s edge
Warm breeze like the breath of this day
Rising and subsiding, both urgent and gentle
How could I forget you?
You are the land that lives eternal
To be discovered
On a warm spring day

April, 2000.