Seals bark on the rocks,
dash madly through surf,
leap, breathe, dive; can
they feel it, is there such
a thing – the exhilaration
of the utterly wild.
***
Listen to this,
it is the sound of morning
beside the sea.
Yes, there is the laughing
trill of gulls, the silken
slide of tide on sand.
Lean closer, lean into
the wind. Rise through
the weight of your milky
bones, stretch beyond
your dreaming spirit
listen to a world on fire.
Ah, I too have stood and listened-both right on the bluff and from the rock on my hill. There is a tree there that pulls me in. It has figured in much of my poetry. Beautiful wording, thank you
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