tidal ovenbird When the tide recedes eelgrass holds the shape of water. And so it is with you. Your words are liquid weight. I am a sharp verdancy, fine enough to cut through skin. When your voice moves over me my spine becomes supple. I bow to everything love is. We are always what we are and nothing more but in the eddies formed between us sand shifts until we build a shore wide enough to walk on. 250630 what's it to you? who go blather from