shorebirds converge with the edge of the sea

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,

29 thoughts on “shorebirds converge with the edge of the sea

  1. 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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  2. 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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