Like Lashes Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

Around the stirring sea polished shards gather.
Rootless trees throw their rootless leaves
on the sand that grows into the banks.
The wind rearranges their path.
The cries of sea gulls are lost in the air.
Some battered branches reach for the sky
where the sky touches the land.
Above, the air wells up in domes.
I still hear the sunset wave
from the golden trumpet cone.
A royal tern sits on the old lattice fence,
in a moment of silence.
Quietly, quieter, it begins to sing
To its own quiet shadow.
A feather lies entwined in wet foliage,
submerged like lashes in tears.
It was only just caught
in the lake's tossed chiffon
and I wonder whether
it needs to be set free.