Floating for dVerse Poets

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Floating

The tide comes in each morning,
bringing us new gifts;
transforming everything to sand
it sifts and sifts and sifts.

The frigate birds sail over all:
the headland and the town.
I don’t know what they’re looking for.
They never venture down.

A string of pelicans fly north.
Seconds later, they fly south.
I guess the reason is not one
has fish within its mouth.

The beach cat sits here looking
out to the open sea,
willing all the fisherman
to “Bring a fish to me!”

The tide comes within feet of me
when it is at its height.
Tucked away here, in the shade,
I do not feel its bite.

When tide goes out, I go with it
to float beyond its curl.
It does not know if I am fish
or shell or boat or girl.

For dVerse Poets: The Sea

23 thoughts on “Floating for dVerse Poets”

  6. sanaarizvi's avatarsanaarizvi

    This is beautiful! 💜 I especially love this part; “The frigate birds sail over all: the headland and the town. I don’t know what they’re looking for. They never venture down.”

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          1. Ana Daksina's avatarAna Daksina

            It’s a two-verse poem, and the second verse reads, “…Affords the sly presumption / That in so dense a fuzz / You, too, take cobweb Attitudes / Upon a Plane of Gauze!”

            A total character. She lived in total seclusion ~ doubtless less bored with her own company than she would have been with everyone else’s…

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