The Far Shore

Brilliant light blinds my eyesThe sun beats down on my wet faceI see naught else, but feel the sandMy lungs retain an ocean-traceAnd the wind blows down from a higher placeConvulsing, sick, one-armed, I riseI see the earth, yet moist from the midnight tide,And the wind blows down from a higher placeLooking back, I see the sea, turbulent and deepI’m sitting now, curled like a childThe earth is firm, and so I weepBut the wind calls down from a higher placeBeyond this shore, I see a wasteI have not seen this land beforeAnd the wind blows down from a higher placeRising to stand, my body, warlike, singsDry winds make me forget the seaNow I will find the wasteland’s springsAnd join the wind in a higher place This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit levirawls.substack.com