Watching a reunion

Lodged on the rocky shore of a sleepy sea
my forest dips down a wooded toe
as if to see, and then to say,
that is the right temp for me.

Further on the Bay's fullness
grows out until gone
joining its watery self
to a greater power than me.

In the damp night filled with
a gurgle and splash the tree leans
and leaning out to the sea, is
amused and touched by family sounds
as the Bay joins its mother the sea
wet whispers of "mother, it's me".

The sun rise surprises the night with red
stretched through the grey night joining horizons.
The dark of before replaced
by the light of this moment
as if removed by a thief

Where does the night sky go
as the sun and moon move?
Just a temporal smugness
announced by the gloaming
and farewelled by the gloom.

On the rocky shore stands the tree
its toe still seeking some moist
from the sea, but the rest of
the plant is gone from me.