Almanac Poetry: Always the waves

 

Always the waves.

How did I come to stand at the water’s edge?

So lost?

 

 

Did an alarm wake me?

Did some internal urge reach down – down – to retrieve my tired body?

I don’t know.

 

 

Did I drive my car here?

And leave it unremembered on a dune-top road? What brought me here? Why here?

I don’t know.

 

 

I do know the wind.

The wind – that buffets my skin, my hair, my clothing, my ears – too much – no –

Just enough.

 

 

I do know the birds.

The seagull that stands on the beach – turns its head to the dunes – turns back the other way.

Faces out to sea.

 

 

I do know this seagull.

It lifts its wing – and with its beak fossicks among underfeathers like a prospector. It stands now on single leg.

Still it stands.

 

 

I see the sky is where it should be.

And so – it seems – is the beach. And so – it seems – is everything.

Always the waves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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