Tidal memory

I am drawn to the beach from the bluff.  I see the pilings eaten down to tiny stumps that once supported a thriving mining path.  The descending Sun quickens my step and thrills the beat of my heart.  I explore this new beach with the full breaths of salt sea air, barnacles beneath my shoes, gentle lapping foam.

As I dream, these ancient tidal waters carry me into a deep and reverent song.  I hear you ancestors.  The chorus of the Living Earth.