Yield

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Yield

 

The ghosted fingers of barnacles

grip like stone,

their fisted fortress now a bluster 

of pale, hollow shells.

 

This is one view. 

Tell me,

when does boundary become 

barrier?

Strength is not found in 

the blind grip of

walls

but in the breadth of what

they divide.

 

Life is tenacious, 

enduring, 

relentless as tides

 

and as fluid —

even the barnacle waves securely

and is nourished.

 

Watch the sea rush in, 

teeming and circular.

As trap doors yield 

like valves

to the creature within,

a heart

cracks

open.

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