Port Aransas, Texas
The crane’s slow patience
Waits on the edge of the pier,
All moments are now.
Wind across the marsh
slides through the wavering grass,
if I’m here or not.
With a fluttered splash,
A fish leaps into the air;
There is no escape.
With words we fix time.
The pelican preens its wings,
Our noise means nothing.
Lost to simplicity,
Days rush past us unnoticed.
(May 22, 2017)
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