By Kit Kennedy
Pick up the pebble, otherwise
why do you have hands,
those vessels of touch? Or eyes
the hammock where memory naps
and awakens?
This season take yourself
to the ocean, stand at the lip,
listen to sand and surf converse.
Imagine the bow you will select.
Will it be the hue of persimmon
or pomegranate, the matted grey
of pigeon or gull, the velvet of crow,
morning moon, cresting wave?
Laugh when you realize
no bow necessary
when a gift cannot be wrapped.
Yes, go to the ocean and remember
carry a small sack – a few apples
or pears, handful of nuts, nibbles
of cheese. Small but enough to share
as you step into the circle
be amazed – outside/inside
gleaming & sparkling.
Kit Kennedy is the “Bay Times” Poet in Residence.
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