a long way to get here

we've come

a long way to get here,

to be

standing

at the edge of the ocean,

at this late

month.

it's in our

eyes,

our ears, our mouths.

the wind

of salt

beats against us. winter

can't be far off.

you hear it in the cry

of gulls,

the violence of waves 

against

the rocks.

we put our feet into 

the cold brine

of green water, almost

brown,

and shiver

as we walk.

we've been here before.