Poem
Watershed
by Sarah Day •
In times of war
At high tide there’s a breakaway from pounding surf.
Some of the ocean has tired of the incessant battering
and steals over the beach away from the refractory swell.
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Comment (1)
Poetry so often refers to the location in non-specific terms: Settings are rarely located or locatable on a map. It feels entirely appropriate here. Despite the location not being named, I feel like I know the very place; while the clever naming summons still other thoughts entirely.