As I Think Of Kelp, How It Lies In The Shallows

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the birds begin their evening declensions,
note by note, the grammar of praise.

The air cools. I close the window to a crack,
the pale sky falling out of sight, yoked

now to darkness. I write at my desk by the light
of a lamp: a small moon turning the tide.

How fathom the mysterious waters
in which my soul swims, finning stars?

The clock ticks but time sleeps
until I return to the bone-white shore,

a wave from far away, heartbeat of the ocean,
tugging at the wagging brown tongues of words.

This poem appeared in the Crosswinds 2019 Poetry Contest Anthology.

4 thoughts on “As I Think Of Kelp, How It Lies In The Shallows

  1. Much to savor here … the crack left when “closing” the window … and “at my desk by the light / of a lamp: a small moon turning the tide” tugs me away from electronics, wanting to grab my journal and go sit by such a lamp, write, write, write!

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