Gestating Faith (December 2017)

My pew,  white femur
of a beached tree,
faces waves.
They fold in and out,
steady as respiration,
imperturbable.
Sun, low over
my left shoulder
on this winter afternoon,
skims grasses and dunes
with a vague warmth,
pink and fawn.
I am small
on a long strip of sand.
I am wombed
in lake’s heartbeat, lulled
by sun’s mother-voice.