Without Question

The day is over

I sit here in wonder
as the tide inches in
The cooling sea moving over my feet
touching the salted sweat on my skin
Reminding me of my briny beginnings

With all the devastation and neglect
she still faithfully wakes us each morning
To give without question
all that she has

Each morning and each night
the earth turns and bows her great oceans
moving over her generous body
and the water moves over
my grateful feet

JANE O’SHEA
from ‘Follow Yourself Home - 1st edition’