Doug Bolling

 

 

 

FROM NOTHINGNESS, STRANGE LIGHT: 16

 

A seacoast drowses in its soft coat
obeying wisdom of tides

Gulls flash in their white brilliance
balancing hunger, death

We walk along surprised by ourselves,
the suddenness of time

I think of spiral galaxies, their
ancient light, their motions

Winds are rising, the sea barks
on the rocks

We have come here for years
to taste the nothingness.

Copyright 2004 Doug Bolling.  All Rights Reserved.

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