Waves surged and roared
Gray tipped gulls
Found a current high in the air
That brought them around
Again and again
Looking for odds
Upon newly turned banks
Hungry for anything
As a wild animal is.
Tag: bank
Weather Calls (day 2734)
For weather calls
My Valentine
Present in a box
Gathering storm
I wished no more
Growing straight and clean.
Lapping up a little mess
Flowing down the bank
Muddy underneath foot
Soaking into earth.
Ode to the Sand (day 1761)
And if I was caught running
Your wisp would rush my toes
Curling under and in between
To help my source be greater.
You’d call out loud
You’d stop me quick
You’d be my imprint, washed away,
Sea shells, sand dollars, soft glass broken.
And in your fleeting memory –
In my test upon your banks!
Forever cycle into rhythm,
Ebb and flow shall now begin.
Willow (day 1505)
Memory lays on a dry river bank
Willow crawling aggressively.
Irregular splashing, unlike the seas of home,
But just as wet
As if nothing has changed
Since that day we went home.