Stillness Interrupted
scratches in my thoughts
its wind driven attention
flickers on the tree.
Gritty, grinding,
sandy thoughts
disturb the peace in waves.
Wing-borne contentment
forces back the tides—
the wind,
the sound.
Meditation.
Enchantment.
Still.
Then a rampaging thing
flopping onto the sand bank
covered all in dried grass
breaks up my mind.
Is it sanity I was seeking?
Or something stiller, Still?
the wind,
the sound.
Meditation.
Enchantment.
Still.
Then a rampaging thing
flopping onto the sand bank
covered all in dried grass
breaks up my mind.
Is it sanity I was seeking?
Or something stiller, Still?
Spring 2009
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