Wednesday, October 19, 2022

Watching A Poem



We came down from a lined sky descending below the horizon


That sent us lines of waves to blur the line between sand and the North Atlantic


Of course, that line was where we stood


In a line


Contemplating the space between tide and toes


I'm not a poet


I don't pretend to be


But there is a poem here


I'm watching it as these children play 


On black sand


Under blue sky


In frigid water


As one of them finds herself surrounded by the tide


On an island of rock


I'm listening to it as she speaks her nonsense words to the world


Pitched to deafen were there walls and ceilings


But here they are invitations to other children


Who join and try to join her on her island


I feel it in my sandy fingers


And ice cube toes


And chapped cheeks


I smell this poem in the icy gusts from off the water


Standing apart, away, tasting a poem


That assembles itself line by line


From toes to sky.


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