At the edge of the jetty,
I rest on a flat rock
with shivering bones
and eyes that water
Like a resting bird,
I sit in peace
while the sea around me
speaks in windblown words
and broken sails,
ships beached and capsized
On a tide of choppy energy,
nature takes many strange turns,
eluding peace, expanding space
before the universe wakes
from its nightmare
Only pelicans fly in a straight line,
abiding minds gliding,
skimming the shimmery surface—
those teachers of the sea
with a marvelous intuition,
grasp more of life’s lessons.
Abiding Minds was first published on Spillwords.com.
“Abiding Minds” is in my poetry collection Rain on Cabrillo.
Crow On The Wire 
I love the imagery in your words. “windblown words and broken sails” “a tide of choppy energy” Those are my favorites but this poem is full of things that encourage thoughts!
Thank you, Anne. Hope all is well. 🙂
A poem full of gloriously vivid imagery, and I could feel myself sitting on the jetty observing the universe
Thank you, Ivor. And I hope you’re doing well. 🙂
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Come and Enjoy Mark’s poem!!!
Really loved this, Mark!! Bravo!!! 😊✨👍
Thank you, Chuck!!
Beautiful piece of imagery. You can be proud of this one for sure.