Woven Sea

Before sunrise a line of dark clouds thick with intent angle across the bay as if reaching across from the point  to the rocky islet further away ,diagonal to the day, the sea laced with foam and tiny ripples, a weave opening and closing, ancient and ever new like the silvery shapes that firm as shadows in the thinnest wisp of sea and shore. 

Figures, numbers, hints of the day?

 All is movement, even in the stillest moment  

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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