Treasure Island

Sahdvat Harsen


Turnstone Beach


Sat on a wall, I watched the turnstones, turn stones
on Turnstone Beach. Working their patch,
from rocky groyne, to crow border.

Strung out in several lines - unified pattern,
moving slowly left to right,
digging up their own slimy brown gold

Each ebb tide marks a new gold-rush -
hidden secrets washed up.
White pebbles for Black Hills

Turnstone is like their Native American name
Like Rain-in-the-Face,
or Lalawethika, meaning ‘man who makes noise'

Which I don't.
I'm One who sits on wall - quietly,
for now.

We are disturbed by a man in brown jacket
walks, crunching feet in the pebbles,
running a black dog.

The turnstones fly up
showing the whites of their wings
and backs.

I move more slowly,
get to my feet,
turning homeward.

There are many stones left unturned,
but then there are many ebb tides,
and many turnstones - on Turnstone Beach

Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013

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