High tide throws itself down
Like a gauntlet.
The shore pretends
It does not feel the blow.
So do the birds
And most especially the pelicans
As they glide
Parallel and equidistant
Along the back
Of the cresting water.
For them it is not an effort
But a deep breath and that reflex
We call the beat of the heart.
In time with the sea,
Pelicans know
The discord at the edge
Of what is important
Is not.
This is vital.
One Single Impression
12 Comments
lovely poem, captures the essence perfectly...so happy you are living where you love it!
ReplyDeleteThe essential things are all spread out together like the sea. All the rambles around the perimeter can be tolerated, ignored, absorbed.
ReplyDeleteSo well put together Love it !! :)
ReplyDeleteThis is truly beautiful Sandy. A great prompt expressed so well.
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A message captured in perfect words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words indeed!!
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SUeAnn
your observation of nature is wonderful Sandy!
ReplyDeleteOh, exactly.. you have such insight .
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful observation of the shore and it's inhabitants!
ReplyDeleteYour nice words create a thrilling atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy ~~ We've blogged, exchanged posts, now for six or so years? Someday I'll check as I don't th. At any rate I've known that you love the water and the seashore. The birds also rate high with you, probably the pelicans get the highest mark.
ReplyDeleteThis post is not an exception, you did wonderfully in expressing their attitude of care toward the breaking waters at the division between water and shore.
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Yes, it is!
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.