Maybe it’s the season but today feels like something simmering, barely off the boil. Here in NY it is gray, still as 3am and quiet in the most peaceful way. Even so I can’t can’t shake the feeling that heat, some kind of shank of the day heat is floating just beyond the horizon. It feels like sun through a winter window.
Seals bark on the rocks,
mad dash 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,
listen to a world on fire.