still eludes
in crashing
crushing
purge of rolling wave upon sand
upon shore,
in breaking stone and silver bone and wood to salted grain
breath floats away
with bird-wings
on wind mounting cool and warm
beneath wings
leaving earth behind, leaving me to
stand wishing,
hoping
believing i could
fly
if i wanted to.
(Image © Informal Moments Photography)
6 comments:
". . . leaving me to/ stand wishing,/ hoping/ believing i could/fly/if I wanted to."
Do you?
What's to stop you?
Open your arms. Take off!
I love Maureen's question, "Do you?" What a wonderful question. What a wonderful encouragement to begin.
Oh, Kelly...
Your photography is just breathtaking. And the words--don't they give it wing?
When it eludes, should I keep chasing, or let it go?
leaving earth behind...
mmmm..... dreamy.
There's a simple honesty here, a vulnerability. I smell the sea and the wet sand and feel the lift under my wings. Beautiful, Kelly.
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