for the silvery shudder of sunshine
to chime in a new day like church bells,
to tempt me with glittering streams
and creeks threading seaward, to swells
of waves like the ones in my dreams.
Following this confusing map of the sea,
I strain to hear dark-bellied geese creak
and grumble along the sparkling tide-line,
and long to paddle in shallows with sandpipers
and turnstones, light-footed scamperers,
before they take off into the autumn sky.
Now, still waiting for the sun to shine,
hungry harpy gulls are screeching
and I’m tempted to join in their beseeching.
Kim M. Russell, 26th May 2021
Image by Debby Hudson on Unsplash
This week Rosemary asks us what we’re waiting for.