a cliff where the fog ends
the waves rise up to view the land
flop to the sand
bird with a red beak, driving through the breakers
at the edge of a continent
from the bluff, the gull
para-gliding on long, floppy wings
river rocks frozen, arrested stone rivers
the falling banks liberate
it is not expressly forbidden
to carry pebbles from the beach
so she kneels in the sand, washed pebbles and shells
and fills both pockets to bulging
with individually chosen shining
shapes, colors and patterns
when she puts them in her pockets, she takes them to heart
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