torsdag 16 november 2017

Morning Nocturne

Shore Birds II 
Norman Wyatt Jr.

Morning Nocturne

I am glad today is dark. No sun. Sky 
ribboning with amorphous, complicated 
layers. I prefer cumulus on my 
morning beach run. What more can we worry 
about? Our parents are getting older 
and money is running out. The children 
are leaving, the new roof is damaged by 
rain and rot. I fear the thrashing of the sea 
in its unrest, the unforgiving cricket. 
But that's not it. The current is rising. 
The dramas are playing out. Perhaps 
it's better to be among these sandpipers 
with quick feet dashing out of the surf than 
a person who wishes to feel complete. 
                                                 Jill Bialosky

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