SLEIGHT OF SAND
Ebb tide is a sleight of sand
Glistening like sweat on necks
Of hard galloped ocean horses
Beached at the open mouth
Of night’s embrace, leaving only
A mane of sea foam, shivering
Ebb tide is a sleight of sand
A shape shifting cipher slip-
Knotting strands of memory
And absence, sly sheltering
Hermitage of self-shells
Close held and buried in the
Deft sea clamor of sameness
Ebb tide is a sleight of sand
Drifting in the breadth of
Silence between us, the last
Lap of shared oblivion tipped
From teacups of bubbles as
We become a swathe of
Blank mind-sky, popping
The lights out, one by one…
© 2009 Sophia Pandeya
