the flow of the underground river
runs contrary to the uphill rise at the surface
the land belies hidden contours that give life
a calmer estuary pastures a small flock,
drink comes from below, a bubbling gurgle
we thrive in coves, in inlets
where sun and wind and salt and air
are captured perfectly
old and faded is
old and faded in
sunlight pretending
to be new again
the heart rides many waves,
water, air, time, the path of our gaze
into another's eyes
each jolt of recognition found there
proclaims affirmatively
I am
- though these sometimes are lost
jostled about in the fray,
you and me
I have a dear neighbor I call to
when I need to hear her perfect tone
we scutter about over seashells
on the seashore doing sambas in the surf
sometimes in sunlight, often in starlight,
oh, how we sway and sashay
we belie
the stillness
cc: Chagall 2021
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Beautifully written 🙂
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