To A Wave On The Glassine Sea, Coming Or Going

the shore cannot hold you and so, you depart
sometimes going out the entire day
sometimes returning a different colour

can anyone say for sure, oh it's you?
and you are edged in lace and pink in the sun
or gold toward evening.

toward evening the sound of your going
hurts me like old music suddenly remembered
and sometimes it is more than I can take

to have such a dream in braided twilight:
wondering more and more 
as time endures

will I return some day
to another Shore, like you- may-
with a strange, a beautiful intensity?

washed, the horizon, new Pearled.

and when will this happen,
have you any word-

mary angela douglas 3 january 2016