Seascapes

Seascapes

I. Night

Dark blue horizon,
light strings outline a ship.
Orion shoots the moon.


II. Dawn

Waves beach red seaweed,
a hawk circles then floats in pink
morning swallowing sky.


IV. From the Balcony

If I lived here
Would I someday
not hear
the sunrise birds
the rhythmic surf
not see
stars clouded then milked
moon shrouded then blinded by sun
shells marooned on sand
not sense
unseen beings submersed
beneath the embracing
blue womb?

A wind howls as palms and seagrass
cower under sweeping rain.
The Earth Mother intones:

You are one of many,
many ones as one,
bobbing bobbing
tossed the open sea.



© Annie Bien

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