Aquitaine

Waves are knots
Rolling and binding to land
Giant dunes awaken
Running to waves
As waves rush to shore
Single slit of moon
Hangs, hangnail in
Azure sunset memory
Aquitaine trees bow to struggling sky
On open dune
Sand washes to Spanish
Sounds of energy roll
And tie him to the coast
Waves are knots
Waves are knotted, twisted
Water is binding
Breaking on loose sandy land
To be bound to the knotted waves
Is to be free