Written after reading part of Robert Macfarlane's 2012 book The Old Ways: A Journey on Foot.
Snoring shores shifting sands
Impermeable light water sky
Everything changes rules of sight
Eyes filling silt
Feet baking sinking sand clay
Your feet cast mold
Harden to clay
And the feet keep walking
Senses sharpen and bewilder
Water sand silt sky
Cast in magic
Straightlines curve, curves straightline
Big is small, small big
Imaginings gulls to eagles
Driftwood trees
Nonsense land that slippery silt
Freshmade indestructible feeling
Walking you to sea
Tidally pulling your chest
You hear your sirens, sights unknown and personal
Clamshells speak, crabs scurry echo ear, sanding land water sky
Cracked you laugh, fight to return, wanting to drown
The no-time sense enticing
Feet and head argue, body follows course
That course of safety and regret
Exhilaration
You'll never forget
Timeless made new, imagination
Making tracks in mind and shifting worlds
Denis Streeter 5/6/13
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