Curtsy

Sandpiper scurries
to and fro
with the fanciest of footwork
from tide’s leading flow,

dipping, receding,
with each orchestrated ebb,
back and forth
in time, once and again.

I raise my arms
and curtsy too
and dance
with the wind
despite the gray and
black and blue.

Tidal-Less

Perhaps the only thing that can fully fill those spaces inside
is the Light,
yet for that soul-quenching, we keep looking
to the tide.

Words and image ©LauraDenise

Drawn by the Sea

My thoughts are the ebb

drawn by the sea;

the flow returns

without the answers I seek,

no messages

in bottles

or whispering shells,

no sign

from above,

even in the clouds…

my thoughts go out

and nothing returns,

over and over

until I feel lighter

but not empty,

for in that trance,

in that extra space in me,

I realize the flow

has been filling me

with peace.