The Shoreline — Photo-artistry by kenne
They are in me, in my speechless
life of barrier beach
As it lies open
to the night, out there.
…
There is no out there.
All is open.
Open water. Open I.
…
On the edge of the moment that is now the center
From the open sea.
— from The Outer Banks by Muriel Rukeyser
Sabina Creek Above The Dam — Image by kenne
Water celebrates, yielding continually
sheeted and fast in its overfall
slips down the rock, evades the pillars
building its colonnades, repairs
in stream and standing wave
retains its seaward green
broken by obstacle rock; falling, the water sheet
spouts, and the mind dances, excess of white.
The white brilliant function of the land’s disease.
— from The Book of the Dead: The Dam by Muriel Rukeyser
