Seiche

We live on sand these days,
On reefs sloshing
Easily in the mist and haze
Of eternity,
A kind of dance
Mimicking posterity,
Replicating feldspar
Underneath the trance
Of swells and stars.
But the infinite
And speeding universe
Contracts as well,
Piling up on shore
Jetsam sibilant
With the tides. The bore
Is black with churning
Silicon, quartz, and seashell,
Oscillating back
And forth between the sides
Of arches, stacks,
And promontories,
The headlands of our galaxy,
Massing land on land
Even in the running sea’s
Slack, rush, and surge,
Trading chaos, maelstrom, breach
For the shoal and verge
Of our ceaseless, building beach.

March 9th, 2026, Kaiholu