Originally published in Planet Magazine No. 42 (August 2004).
Ancient seas call me
across a sand-blasted plain,
across forever.
Ghost-water storm-surge
drowns memories of beaches —
transcendent waves crash.
Lit by distant sun,
from a cold and empty sky,
red grit sifts as rain.
Poem copyright 2004 by Nancy Wilcox
Artwork © 2004 by Nas A. Glass
