by Tara Boyce
And when we finally looked back,
we saw the waves of the sea and how
they fell upon the earth like bowed heads over
and over, falling
not out of familiarity or habit,
but out of necessity to be
pulled backward, then forward.
We saw the sea as a becoming,
an accumulation of foam and light and dust and rock
and how we were not an exception:
folding back into our selves,
bursting upward and out, always
reaching again for higher ground.