what can’t be seen,
by the movements of
with the curves formed by shimmered
light—pursuing omens carried
on the wind by the wings of sea drift,
currents that keep changing their mind
like the clouds that decorate
the sky–tides scattering
the waves like fortunes
to be gathered
A reversed and mirrored nonet for Colleen’s #tanka Tuesday words, influence and perception.
The art is a monoprint.