I come to you, to hold me,
in your wordless dips and cracks,
your plates and protrusions,
by the incessant music of the living water,
whose salt nibbles you …
All your oh’s show:
your ridges are so holed
as to make me know the sea’s cast
her net of enchantment –
you’re hers, totally.
All you rocks! Cousins, elders and youngsters,
one big family,
on holiday forever
at the beach.
– Silke Heiss, 12th January 2023
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