Saturday Poem

The Sea Question
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The sea asks “How is your life now?”
It does so obliquely, changing colour.
It is never the same on any two visits.

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It is never the same in any particular
Only in generalities: tide and such matters
Wave height and suction, pebbles that rattle.
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It doesn't presume to wear a white coat
But it questions you like a psychologist
As you walk beside it on its long couch.
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by Elizabeth Smither
from The Sea Question