the tide calls : air by lucy gray
Lucy Gray
the tide calls : air
bronze sculpture
12.0 x 15.0 cm

Eyes deep in reflected flames

the tide calls to us,

draws us along stars of upturned roots,

through air cut by snipe,

past the heart-blur of duck flying off water,

pulls us to the river mouth,

confluence of fresh and saltwater.

We lie down by the high tide mark,

its utter integrity –

the rolling together of

oak and berry, feather and kelp.

I badly want to touch you.