I return to the sea,
her face and tide
the peace of my heart,
the words of our story.
From far north
to the straits of de Fuca,
the inland passage
speaks in ancient voice,
braided with fog
and the cry of gulls.
Younger than we were
yet so much older,
I carve this message
by the light of the moon,
that you might find me
on your way home.
Reading of “As She Passes” with music by Claude Debussy.