Driftwood
POEM BY SHAWNA DYE CULIK
Driftwood grown pale from sun, ocean, time;
Washed into waiting amid smile, warmth, and beam.
You cannot hold me to a shore;
Through the silent moonlight and the valley of time.
May the evening wind and the southward procession
High amid the sea of splendor into the night.
Grant us a word of salutation, but my thought
Danced upon his errand to receive his meaning.
Without mercy or hope, what salutation be;
Descending the open soul to the open air.
Resounded into water as of magic,
Resounded into water as of ocean.
Gleam through the time of morning and of liberty:
Lay down the rising of this solitary scene.
Sailing over many a daylight, the pebbly beach;
Wake at thy single eye upon enchanter.
Gleamed like the empty landscape through parted tide;
Some touch of thy forgotten look.
Then, suddenly sank along the water,
Gleamed through the time of centuries into night.
Explore Driftwood Beach, located on the north end of Jekyll Island. Photograph the beautiful driftwood and trees that resemble a scene from another world. These gnarled and weathered trees are left behind from years of erosion.
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