There was little
stirring this morning,
save poetized perceptions
and murmuring onshore breezes-
Sensing (somehow) that
each moment was complete,
flesh & bone accepted the stillness
with no hungering expectations
as a flock of cormorants
skimmed the water
(barely visible)
above the kelp beds
where leathery fluted fronds
rose and fell with each incoming swell
.
Beyond the eastern peninsula,
an incoming vessel’s foghorn droned,
[in calculated cadence] declaring its arrival
again and again as it neared,
oddly evocative of
Gray whales migrating
south to Scammon’s Lagoon…
.
So much passed by unseen …
.
And how foolish it
was to try and deepen
any of these living rhythms,
or reinterpret them poetically,
or paste them together differently,
to satisfy some restless fidget…
.
So little mattered today,
nothing to prove, no one to impress,
nothing urgent to explain, no need to be critical,
no discontentment or notions,
no cares or questions,
no hard emotion
or unsettled thoughts,
just a few elemental words,
and the persistent understanding that
tomorrow (if given) will be another miracle to enjoy…
.
richard lloyd cederberg
2012

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