moving the water
with my feet
I float on currents,
my shadow following
each intersection with light
not thinking
who or where
I am–
cocooned in myself
and threaded to the aliveness
of what passes me
passing
crossing waves tracks
of lines and circles
forming patterns–
greeting me meeting
myself, transiting
throwing time into the wind
and not waiting for it–
wandering
in place
Kim at dVerse asks us today to write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal. In addition, the title should be the animal thing,
K. 
A complete immersion from poet to gull traits’ light-hearted and free.
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Thanks Glenn. I could use a day at the shore.
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I like the lines “greeting me meeting myself” that is a big part of our journey here, isn’t it!
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It is! Thanks Tricia.
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I especially love “wandering in place.” Exactly right for those birds floating the high air currents. Lovely poem.
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Thanks. The shoreline does seem to suspend both time and place.
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Love the poem Kerfe, so well written. And the drawing is wonderful.
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Thanks Rob.
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“my shadow following
each intersection with light”
A metaphysical mirror.
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Thanks Jade. The shoreline is magic.
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You’re very welcome. I love watching the shoreline birds. So full of energy!
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I do too. A perfect afternoon would be watching the birds and the waves.
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Kerfe – these lines make me think of your mandalas!
❤
David
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Thanks David. It’s true–I’ve been going in circles for awhile now. No surprise my words do too.
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I love that fluidity of ‘wandering in place,’ travelling without moving. We should all learn to do this more, instead of flying all over the globe burning up its vital resources.
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Thanks Ingrid. I hadn’t thought of that aspect, but you’re right.
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Ah, Kerfe, your stunning poem and artwork had me flying with Jonathan Livingston Seagull all over again! I love the title, a poem in itself, and the wonderful interplay of shadow and light. I love the idea of a being ‘cocooned in myself / and threaded to the aliveness / of what passes me / passing’ and ‘throwing time into the wind / and not waiting for it’ – freedom!
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Thanks Kim. That’s how I feel at the ocean.
This was a good prompt. It’s interesting to see all the different places people have gone with it.
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To be a bird… And not waiting for anything. Lovely.
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We can pretend at least sometimes.
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What a lovely drawing! So much movement! The poem follows the same light steps too, circles and meetings, looking for beginnings.
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The meeting of land and sea is a magical place.
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It is. Maybe the most magical of all.
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“wandering in place” … just love it!
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Thanks Susan.
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A most gorgeous opening to this one, Kerfe! 💝💝
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Thanks Sanaa.
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I can really see the birds in your words, and the drawing is perfect
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Thanks Bjorn.
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