An Evening At The Ocean Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

Birds are beaded straight on the wire
They gaze into the brewing sky
Dragonflies dangle in the air
Above shadows that fall into feeble forms

I fill the shells with bread
I grow a mountain out of a wave
I sing a hymn to the copper moon

A loon cries at the borders of the night
With feathers as ruffled as memories
Stars spark fires behind blue brocade
And turn dry rocks into whispering stones

I fill the shells with seeds
I dispatch a ship into my heart
I play a tune on my reed harp

The sooty tern floats wide awake
Across the mellow drowsy sea
Cattail guard the silver sand
That shapes into crescents with the wind

I fill the shells with wine
I wrap a turtle around my heart
I set it free to roam in the dunes