With thanks to my friend Sean for providing the visual cues that roamed the beach and wound up writing these postcards here. Look see Sean’s SKY ARCADE gallery. Beautiful. Imagine these perhaps, arriving in your mailbox.
sky above the bay, Sean Fraser
Postcards home from sky and sea
A finger of dry stone, where sea resides.
Piled high in summit, white mountain sky.
A shadow shore, brilliant, above the clouds.
No more clear the thought, waves like toes.
White falls in columns, splashing down.
Rolls like cotton awaiting a harvest hand.
No place, no way, a cloud won’t go.
Some clouds sail against the wind.
Clouds reflect any dream they can catch.
A beach abridged by absent waves. Footprints following.
What light you cast into clouds will return.
Someone’s postcard home. You were there.
Clouds have wings. How else do they fly?
A crayon curve lost into clouded sky.
Far faint whispers allow ripples to dance over sand.
Some shout while cousins keep silence intact.
Sky roses scattered about. The gardener’s stepped away.
Sand ripples like water, where my toes want to root.
Rose lips, a bridge into evening sea. White over white,
layer sky, an extra blanket for the night ahead.
White streak, an opening in dark blanket sky.
Distant procession walks where horizon goes.
Tracks in sand, searching rain, then turned.
There’s a shadow where rainbows fall.
Wishing you were here!
Neil Reid © September 2009
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