The boat chugs along Humming the lullaby of the sea Like water, like silk Sticky salt air embracing lips As the wind whispers secrets Seducing willing S t r a n d s of hair
Between solid ground and sea My eyes wander to A lone Osprey, still, molded statue on the pier Mourning, her lost nest Not too far off, another Feeding mouthy chicks a hefty silver fish Disappearing into growing W i n d p i p e s Natural rhythm in parallel lives
There, Bald Eagles - 3 tall Majestic, willing steel tower to yield As we've done with most wild life They survey the horizon clear blue sky, filled with ominous tension Even the abundant laughing gulls refuse To sing their grating song
Lush green marsh, Nesting grounds for bright orange beaks and ink black feathers, oyster catchers Like Russian dolls, peeping between folds of crisp grass People watching, wary, with babes to protect Like little fuzzy rocks, a woman said
Beyond, a single green heron stalks Mystical Elusive Poised As if an inhale of breath will like slippery sunlit fish leave behind nothing But A fleeting memory Little song birds sing A midsummer night's dream
Up on the rocky cliff, the great egrets, Slim and long- folding like origami Peacefully Mono no aware
Further inland, a coyote… Two... a pack Little pups nipping at grown paws As they run through trees Leaving us with blurred golden sand silhouettes Among summer green
Movement in lapping water Dolphin fins glistening in the sun Rolling in and o u t Playful tails, teasing Sirens of the sea
Apollo Begins his descent Falling like a thick velvet drape Color blooming across the sky Hues... As if Poseidon accompanied Matching the beauty With softly tinted lilac sea…
It looks like Africa, she said
The brim of her straw hat juts upward Pale green eyes like forming jade Meet Tigers eye I've never been, I said She chuckles We stand side by side Two strangers In comforting silence Admiring the African sky of our yearning
A male merlin- not quite cobalt nor navy Aerial D I V E S Wing like a precision aircraft or rather… Original wings- I reach for him Merely inches from my hand And he soars away
The boat rolls over bumpy waves Jarring You'll love it if you surf, he said A soft silence fills As if somehow that comment signaled Our final destination nearing The shore comes Closer Meeting us quietly The wind fades to a Stop.
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 