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Driftwood

Driftwood
Driftwood
Driftwood
Driftwood
Driftwood
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Driftwood

 (A poem by Karin Galliott O'Keefe)

 

Small wisps of cloud

drift overhead

and from my rock

I hear

the gentle slap of water

hit the beach

and I feel

my soul soar.

 

Then I gaze

past my outstretched feet

over my own

infinity pool

ringed by distant mountains

and I know

I'm home.

 

KGO

 

Griffin Drive

 

I walk along

the path lined

with scarlett-tipped leaves

as birds flock

to migrate.

 

But not yet.

 

The sun is heating, still

and the path opens

to stained-glass water

reflecting sky and cloud

with the surface broken

only by

diving cormorants

and air-seeking whales

and I think….

WOW

 

KGO

 

The Dolphins

 

We laid like seals

on rocks

in autumn sun

or stooped

to gather

beach glass

when the dolphins came

churning up the water

chasing herring in the bay

and bobbing up for air

like Halloween's children

for apples

and we watched in silence

as time stood still

and then we turned around

and they were gone.

 

KGO

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