Donna allegra
02-20-2011, 09:45 PM
The sun, rising from the waves over the sand,
always the same, always changing.
Ancient crabs rising sideways from their lairs
with a flutter of furry toenails,
raising the pointy blackness of their eyes to the stir above them.
Fishes swimming delicately in the still vastness beyond,
never thinking of tomorrow or yesterday but only of today.
Five strong birds gliding, all muscled splendor and reckless force,
cutting the breeze in two with cultured wings.
And, through it all, the same quiet energy
breathes life into the wind that pushes the sand
that curls up under my children’s toes as they frolic,
as joyous as the crabs and fishes and birds
and the great and wonderful power,
on the brown shore.
always the same, always changing.
Ancient crabs rising sideways from their lairs
with a flutter of furry toenails,
raising the pointy blackness of their eyes to the stir above them.
Fishes swimming delicately in the still vastness beyond,
never thinking of tomorrow or yesterday but only of today.
Five strong birds gliding, all muscled splendor and reckless force,
cutting the breeze in two with cultured wings.
And, through it all, the same quiet energy
breathes life into the wind that pushes the sand
that curls up under my children’s toes as they frolic,
as joyous as the crabs and fishes and birds
and the great and wonderful power,
on the brown shore.