I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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28 July 2009

Winter Beach

The sea is deep green
darkening further out
on an indigo horizon,
frothing in whirlpools of white
where it laps the sand
coming in close to the cliff.

Above the cliff-top trees
a small hawk sails over
in one long glide of still wings,
so close that I look up and see
the dark beak and eye
red throat and golden belly.

It’s long since I inquired
what messages the natural world
would speak into my mind.
Today there is nothing. I watch
the ocean roll and the hawk pass
magnificently indifferent.

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