The shore… absorbent, vast
merging into the sea
a part of and yet separate.

The sea… so changeable, so deep
contained and yet free
to rage or rest with the winds.

The wind… moving in gusts and whispers
His voice in the quiet
leading through the storms
calming the sea, stirring the sands…

There can be no sea without the shore
no shore without the sea
Separate—yet one.

You are my sea
I am your shore.

© Dvora 9 February 2007