a 68° yester/day at the beach
I am sitting criss-cross
on a rectangle of green
on the edge of the shore
as the pelicans fly above me
as the sun shines upon me
as the wind blows around me
as the waves roar towards me
the birds and I have gathered,
to observe a kelp through the window of a wave
I am thinking of color, shape, form, sky, Love, war.
the birds yell “FLY”
— there is a rawness and an urgency to their call
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I feel the energy as it is redirecting and redirecting
I feel it before I see it
and I have allowed myself to feel everything
here come the pelicans again!
I am thinking about the immateriality of memory
a smell, a sound, a thought, a feeling, a stabbing pain in my chest
I am full of nonsense, mostly nonsense questions
but right now there is nothing but the tide that answers
and Nature knows nothing of religion
yet She is an ebbing and flowing
so somewhere in my madness
I know I won’t fall apart
completely
— transformation is forgiving like that
I didn’t catch the sunset today
but I have decided to love like Nature,
loud and soft
