by Elizabeth Trew
Each drew new meaning from the waves’ collision.
Sea broke on land to full identity.
Seamus Heaney, Lovers on Aran
The land rises and falls
battered by the hungry Atlantic
that mouths roughly along her shore.
Little by little the land gathers her strength.
Stepping into the waves she places her arm
into the sea to shield his blows.
Little by little her arm lengthens across his path.
He turns, flows softly into her channel,
her warm body yields to his gentle waves.
Land and sea join in the long afternoon.
She opens an eye, becomes a lagoon.