For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: twist.
twisted kelp
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: twist.
Aftermath to the storms, with the beach littered with the trees washed down the river.
It looks like noon on Christmas morning too: trashed.
You work at healing
For years
You dive in the swamp
Of your psyche
Turn over the mud
Tunnel through it
Breath it
See lilies arise
From the muck
The Beloved is a deer
Dainty hooves
In the swamp
At last you come
To bedrock
So you rest
Bedrock
You think
Until you notice
A chink in the rock
You look away
You avoid it
At last you look
It isn’t going away
The Beloved is a bittern
In the reeds
Fluid leaks
From the chink
Foul black bilious
Acidic
Burning holes in the slanted rock
Again you look away
But not for long
You step forward
Touch the rock
I am present you say
Who is there?
The stream of foul black
Increases
Pours from a widening crack
Beloved is a tiger
Paw against the rock
You see the acid burning
Her paw
But she does not run
She stands guard
Who are you?
You whisper
The rock crumbles
There is a child
“Go away” says the child
Ancient
No you say
Beloved and I
Stay present
The black is swirling around you
It’s hard to keep your footing
Beloved, an orca
Steadies you, swimming
No one stays says the child
We stay present you say
I was born I loved I was abandoned When I was afraid
We are present now you say
Swimming by the Beloved
Hand on black fin
I was abandoned When I grieved
We are here now you say
I was abandoned In my despair
We are here you say
You say
You fought
Out of love
You argued
Out of love
You gave
Out of love
Please child
Let us cradle you
The child is silent
The tide is slowing
The rock has crumbled away
A trickle of clear water bubbles
You will stay? says the child
We stay you say
Beloved is a whale
Singing in space
Singing to the stars
Am I lovable? says the child
You and Beloved
Earth and sky
Wind and trees
Moon and stars
Answer yes
Am I loved?
Yes
Yes
8/27/2007
Beautiful, isn’t it? But it’s not a sunset. The recent storms have taken away more beach and there are tons of new rocks and debris thrown around.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: finally.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: relax.
This is East Beach on Marrowstone Island. After the rains, sections of the sand cliff have come down, with trees in the process of dying and the grass still intact in some piles. There are some seriously large chunks of clay that you would not like to be under when it came down.

We can see where the tide is starting to break the pieces of clay up and wash out the rocks.

So is the land encroaching on the sea or the sea encroaching on the land?
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt.
With the recent atmospheric river coming through, the water soaks into the bluffs and sections collapse. Most of the trees are holding on in the face of loss.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: loss.
The great blue herons have bones so light that they can stand on the floating kelp.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: meeting.
Too close!
Frightening!
Oh, it’s the zoom lens.
Not so close after all. It’s all perspective.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: trepidation.

I took this last week from Marrowstone Island. The clouds were figured and changing fast. The sky over the water is so big. We look for the meaning in the cloud.
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