living with the bay
look. otters I’ve seen, swimming the bay.
who will remember for me when I walk away.
out the window each day. more fresh.
I remember me. maybe that was my job all along.
I likely see what you don’t see. an easy eye.
I know which dark spots to follow on. where an otter swims.
they don’t need me holding them up. but I do, anyway.
I feel like being underwater. but the water can’t be seen.
just me, just some sand. feet kissing where it’s wet.
write that in the sand. please.
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the title intrigues and drew me in – read write and remember – those three words seem to cement this poem which has the feel of both air and water elemental
“feet kissing where it’s wet.
write that in the sand. please.”
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Thanks Laura. Reminding me of something… what. I like wandering some (a lot), it’s where I “work”, but then (I need a rest, take a breath) and look, I always come back to water and sea. I go there most every day for some while. (and I adore you listening) (simple me)
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