At home with the world by the sea At water's edge I wear a lightness-of-being Grace overtakes me, flowing to an inner calm Strolling the lace-scalloped, brine scented continent's edge I'm composed and unruffled as the godwit Lithesome as the curl of a wave! Pelicans patrol the backdrop, Almost-but-not-quite skimming sea's surface, Generating an airborne ballet. My frame of mind ascends like the joyful dance of a cresting wave!
Dancing at Sea’s Edge – Poetry by Kathleen Scavone
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