Ocean, 
    I ponder
the bouyant swirl 
                    of you 
readied 
    to take flight
       with your every
approach

        draw me in
    from my mooring to your
frenzied 
    roll, I step

    forward
compelled
        by your teeming spray 
    by the power of your 

willful undulations 
       over the varied rythymns 
of our dance, I
     
slip away

from your reach 
    offer you 
        only footprints 

settle back 

sentient, 

wait, 

anchored to the shore 


© 2007 Elizabeth Cleary

About the Poet:

Elizabeth Cleary : lives in Connecticut with her family and yes, her cats. Inspirations come from the little things in life. The trouble is in finding a little time to notice them lurking, awaiting their telling. Her work has been published here and there but much of it too awaits discovery.

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