closer still

Go he said,

Until rock gives way to sea, gives way to

Salt and air and the elements all-

Until feet touch land that creaks, melts and sighs.

Rippling, crashing, splitting beneath you,

Its tired arms open to the cold of night-

Everything frozen, everything hushed.

And then, with eyes at rest, look closely.

Closer.

Closer still.

And in that moment, you will find me-

Indeed you will see.

- anthropologie mag.