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Her Invitation
Don Hynes
I rediscover myself by the sea
like an uncharted island
or lost archipelago
of feeling, of centeredness;
the tides lay bare my rock
then fill the hollow cove
eroded by the expectations
I continue to approve.
The theater of our mutual lives
demands respite, sanctuary
for bones made sore
by the unyielding surface
we’ve agreed to be true.
Ocean is stripped and damaged
but her beauty undefeated;
edging down to the stony beach
with the inquiry of a child,
she is there, tugging at the shoreline,
inviting me into open water.
July 3, 2011