Annette Lohan - Notes From The Shore

Monday

A flock of starlings take off
from the shore like a dark
yet translucent cloth escaping
the pegged prison of a line.
Tossed on the wind, a
billowing blanket of feathers
twirling and curling on themselves.
I stop and wonder -
Why do they do that?
Then I walk on.

Tuesday

I had lunch by a foggy sea today.
I could not see but heard the water
lapping and a seagull's scree.
A ham and cheese salad sandwich
tastes better with fresh salt in the air.
Water flowing before me,
traffic flowing behind;
I am in the middle sitting still,
eating more than bread.

Wednesday

I sat and watched the moon fill
for two hours. I would have
stripped down naked if it
were the sun; but under
moon conditions, one does best
to remember, it is fancy full.

Thursday

Freezing cold watered ladies
warlbling Alleluia down by
the black rock diving board.
They remind me to smile.
I am glad I do not need to
dip into a cold sea to see.

Friday

I have a dog who likes
to walk with me.
He tries to talk with me
but we don't see eye to eye.
So he jumps all over
my lovely coat while I shout.
The people passing have a laugh.

Saturday

The whole world is walking the prom
today. From first light they walk
on past the sun sinking in
the water behind the islands.
Hundreds of miles are covered
on this pavement everyday.
Herds of people walk up,
kick the wall, walk back.
And still, it does not crack.

Sunday

Today I stayed in bed.
If God can rest on Sunday,
then so can I.

Annette Lohan

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