~ ~ Today’s Short #Poem 188
~ main post here ~ http://ashbovan.wordpress.com/2014/10/21/todays-short-poem-188/
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(Sitting I)
Waves smash this jut of rocks,
this jagged triangle.
I’m at the tip, sea-level,
breathing the spray.
It was a dawn-call,
a short walk to the beach,
a tricky clamber,
a flat stone to rest on.
I’m working thoughts
over and over,
making myself concentrate
then letting go.
Just like the rocks and the spray
Ash2 