Wednesday poem - I touched these waters

This poem is part of a series titled 'Huron Days' I wrote in 1995 during a week's stay at  Pinery Provincial Park, located on the eastern shores of Lake Huron, Ontario, Canada.

I touched these waters

where called a different name

and these sunsets that

wrap your head like a shroud

 

I toss my body

between dunes into

pockets of stillness

striving for unison

 

I bury my flesh like

a Silverweed that burrows horizontally

a flowering surface web

 

desiccated roots

struggle to grip

the fleeting sand

of these nomadic contours

 

in this bowl of silence

one can escape the world

in a molding oasis of

erasable occurrences

 

a land of flotsam memories

that persist like the heartbeat

of a whole firmament

releasing multi-tonal melodies

in shimmering colors