The rocks here are volcanic. They rise from the sea—
stand above it—only to be covered by it, and then
disclosed again in the wave’s receding. The waves
sheathe the rock’s face with departure’s pattern—
then the pattern goes too…Earlier, when the tide
was low, you could have seen a lone egret walking
the zones between the rocks: entirely white; hunting;
what was it hunting? Where were you?
—Carl Phillips, from “Gold on Parchment,” Speak Low (FSG, 2009)
(More experiments with surfaces, color, and abstractions, as here: To Piceous and Back, Excision, Silver Lining, Beneath a Southern Cross.)
2 thoughts on “The Wave Receding”
Me too. :-) Glad to hear you liked it.
I think i saw an egret.