My ocean swells at your touch
my tide flows blissfully
toward my enchanted wetlands
seeping through brush
trickling down crevices
pooling and accumulating
languidly filling to its tidal limit
before dwelling
fulfilled and sated
at the precipice of my environs
silently awaiting
the subtle pull of the ebb
as sluicing, the smooth liquid streams
in suspended animation
glistening, ever onward, ever churning
to reunite with my vast sea
(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image
