Uncollected

A place for poems not collected in a book. Not brand new, but new for you.

Tideline, Folly Beach, February 23rd

It is endless–the flat renourished beach,
the sand in the wind in the eye,
all the particulars of particulate matter
all that chafes and grounds our grace
erased in the flex of the tide–
when solid meets liquid liquid wins,
taking to task the straight line
and its granular banks, incremental gains
gone: this tells me not how to think
but how not to think, the edge uncertain
but certainly the edge

–2008

One thought on “Uncollected

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s