Tide

There is a tide that sweeps us away

and there is a tide that returns us

to shore —

battered and cracked

open and broken.


There is only one ocean

and it only pulls home.

It is not hydrogen

oxygen, water

or substance

at all


but substrate of grace.

Effulgence of being,

beyond wave

beyond name.

 

 

Rebecca Tolin

Rebecca Tolin enjoys tree gazing, trail blazing, playing with words, twisting herself into new shapes, communing with loved ones, asking the unanswerable questions, and dropping into the silence that gives rise to it all.