Roving by the edge

ROVING BY THE EDGE

I WALK ON THE SAND, EVERY GRAIN OF IT
THE TIDE APPROACHES AS I HOVER
BESEEMS IT DRAWS A MESSAGE TO ME
MESSAGE FROM THE WOODS, UNKNOWN
OR PERHAPS IT FLED AWAY FROM TIMBERS
IS IT A NOTE FROM A DISTANT HORIZON,
FORLORN'S ME, THRUMMED IN PERPLEXITY
STILL I STAY PUT ON MY RECKONS
WHILE THE EBB OF TIDE RETURNS

I SQUAT ON THE BEACH LONELY
UPON THE HAMS OF MY BODY NIMBLE
THE HAMMER OF MY PAST HITS ME
AND THE MEMOIRS OF MY YESTERYEARS
I ESCAPED FROM ITS ARREST HURTFUL
HURDLED AWAY FROM THE INCLOSURE
BUT, THE TIDES HERE UNDULATE EVERY SUCH
AND WEARS ME OUT WITH HEFTY SHOULDER...