October 10, 2011

"Go" he said,
Until rock gives way to sea, gives ways to
Salt and air and the elements all–
Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.
Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you,
Its tired arms open to the cold of night–
Everything frozen, everything hushed.
And then, with eyes at rest, look closely.
Closer still,
And in that moment, you will find me–
Indeed you wil see.
(from the October Anthropologie catalog)

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