Fresh flowing

From brackish to salt

Fresh to full

The coastal waters

Lap the shores of the country

Wearing down beaches

Building new shores

Wash away

And bring it back

Even more

A little

Not too much

Not to tiny

Large or medium

Not a full portion

Somewhere in the middle

Flat out

A little bit

Return

In a moments notice

I wince and hold it

Improper way I could have shown it

This lies seep through my own teeth

Through our own fabric

In our soul

Flash

Back

Gone

Back and forth

Lay up

Lay down

Wait for the moments

Spin around

Confused

Misconstrued

Hopefully it’s over before

Noon

Back in a flash

Gone in a moment

Open to the present

Closed

But we must own it

Late night walks

Through familiar

Grounds

Meeting my brother

Walking the hounds

All around

Memories of growing up

Somehow this place connects me

To my past

The last walk of memory

New walks ahead

But this night

Walking through the evening mist

Is a walk through my own history

To dream

And drift