Estuary

Like the mixing salt and fresh water

making it not favorable for either species,

we have come to a brackish place —

marsh grass obscuring our view, and we,

like young crabs, hiding from imagined predators.

 

The Circle

Reading in circles by the lake watching
a lone bee settles on a puddle
birds using the shore as a bath
while a stream flows into the lake
which drains by river to the sea.

 

The One

Like black-shelled turtles emerging from underground tunnels,
they hide their heads from the rain,
scurry to their assigned dry places,
shake off water, disappear – but for one
blue shell that separates to find ocean.

The Cycle

All the rivers run into the sea.

Tributaries, estuaries where fresh meets salt water.

Rivers are always changing, but  the cycle

is invariable; all returns to the headwaters.

Man. Water. There is no new thing.

Palmiet River (South Africa.) enter the Atlantic Ocean

“There is no new thing” – Ecclesiastes 1:7

Week 26

A heat wave week cresting and breaking

here so far away from an ocean

that would feel so cooling and yet

is warming every day and every year.

I feel mid-year changes within and without.

 

The Ocean Whispers

 

Before we existed, the ocean whispered unheard.

Oscillations of air and water, weather moving

noisily above, silence below, we living between,

surrounded by our own sounds. And after

we leave, the ocean continues to whisper.