But only those who rise from bed In early morning weather, Will ever know what things are said When sea birds talk together.

SEA BIRDS
At sunrise all the sea birds
Upon the beaches cruise.
And fill the air with foreign words,
Such as sea folk- use.
They roll ashore in twos and threes,
And potter up and down,
Like the captains of the seven seas,
Met in an English town.
But only those who rise from bed
In early morning weather,
Will ever know what things are said
When sea birds talk together.

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In The Nature of Things

Kathy Earsman
This morning’s rosy dawn has warmed the sand,
a sea-bird holds the air; its feathers blush
with sky. Cool tones fold into warmth, it lands
where lilac ripples underlie the rush
of gentle surges on the shore. The tide
is out. The beach is hushed, a little boat
lies nodding, bobbing, sleeping on its side.
A filigree of lacy bubbles float
a moment, then are gone. The sea-bird strikes
down viciously — it knows where molluscs live:
their tiny breaths betray them. Now he spikes
them in his bill. He takes what nature gives.
I gasp for tender things I’ll never tell —
in silence, secrets live inside my shell.

© Copyright 2002 Kathy Earsman

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