Kinesis

The retreating rollers polished the black sand Into a quicksilver mirror, reflecting the sky. I watched the surf as it shone ashore; Each wave knew its part in this brilliance dance. Sedulous they move in the moon’s wan eye; Distant and inert, still exerting potency.

Each atom of sea attaches to the next All the world’s oceans are one; this motion And connection is what formed and shaped The earth. We are just eyeless curators here; We glance, but don’t see. Our vision is cloyed. We’ve blinded our eyes to the beauty and joy.

We look the wrong way. We’re wrong. We blunder. We’re tautening the chains even as we go under

©Teresa Durran 220419