Bald Head Island, North Carolina
July 23, 2014; revised August 15, 2014
A worthy vocation, this:
to wake up and watch
white cumulus
expand into cerulean;
to hear the whisper
of palm fronds
rasp secrets of the sea
breeze;
to look out and see
white ibis
scour the shade of cedar
trees;
to let go and glide
the summer mind
and sense the impassive
watcher smile;
to trace the fate
of clouds in skies
and grasp the end of
mortal lives –
we all resolve in blue.
"the end of mortal lives.." a character on a TV show said that old age is a gift. I need to understand this better. or understand it at all.
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