For those who remain,
lovers of the empty beach and the clean line
of the curve of the earth,
stunned to stillness by unhindered wind,
careening light, the mysteries of water
and the fears of night,
how easy to imagine
we have arrived where we began,
caught in the pull of continuous time,
freed from yesterday, this moment, tomorrow,
inland or coastal, each of us
drawn out to sea,
watching the moon rise
in our separate agonies,
our beautiful downward drift.
