At dVerse, Linda is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our choice.
“I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.” Edward Abbey
The Watcher's Questions Did it matter that the day was grey, that rain might come? I watch the tide come and go and I have no part in it other than as a watcher of waves and birds. The morning birds are fast and noisy, they always seem to want to be somewhere, perhaps they are hungry or simply seeking new horizons. One gull flew past, and I'm certain s/he looked intently at me as if to ponder my inner thoughts. Why did I choose this place of two tides where birds come and go? The seem so free, and yet the eye may not see that in fact they are more like me. I feel that I know them, knowing their searching. Where might it end? I wonder just how I would I feel if the birds missed a beat on their morning venture, and what does that say about me? What is my beat, and where am I in this moment? ©Paul Vincent Cannon