Terminal Beginning
Lifetimes lap upon a brining shore
Published in
Jul 26, 2023
That pocket of lost ocean where
Heaviness dissolved, sighing upon arrival
Is the very grain of sand where we first fell
In love — stop trying
To keep it small. Each bright curs’ed key of life
Turns hard before the lock gives in.
Each raw swell starts fresh, lusting after
The wave gone silent. Rounding shore,
Stir tears in salty cadence, brining sweet
The poignant texture of this Universe.
We end each day because
There is no other way to begin.
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This lovely prompt offered by Paroma Sen lured me in:
