Monday, February 11, 2008

Poem

The sun setting in craftsman colors
blue and orange, blue and orange

Over the bay, water birds turning
spinning down to their prey

The mercury sheen on the water
the intimate lap lap lap

As it arrives
at the shore

Wanting it to mean nothing
wanting it to mean everything

Wanting it to mean everything
wanting it to mean nothing

2 comments:

Mariam said...

Nice. Were you near the water when you wrote this?

Teresa said...

This captures my feelings everytime I look at a natural vista, beit mountains, marsh, desert, or ocean. You have simply distilled those feelings into words.