On the margins of the sea...

On the margins of the sea, we
Women weave our web
Of sharing and understanding.

Threaded with the wet, cool
Sand between our toes,
The damp hems of dresses
Caressing the tops of our feet.

And the sound of the surf
Singing the song of the timeless,
To rocks wrought out of change.

The wind’s whisper,
Shepherding the sands into rifts and runnels.
And the light of day, rising and fading,
And the cry of the gulls, rising and fading.

And the soft touch of our cheeks
And sunlight spun in fine hair
And your eyes…
And mine…

Holding the world.