Today's poem is by Philip Pardi
Ocean in View
I've come to the sea as I come
to the mountains
which proves my ineptness
the unexpected guest who arrives
to find his meal kept warm.
A sandpiper hops near,
quick and inelegant, hands behind back
which shames me into looking, looking
I've come far to be near,
soft rain overnight
soft rain now
swallowed by the sea, even
the sound of it swallowed
moving with me like a bookmark
to tell of where I've been.
We move, as we must, from the hands of few
When dropped, we look up.
When bathed, we sing of cleanliness.
Let the morning be bird-filled:
to the hands of many.
we'll speak of wind.
Copyright © 2017 Philip Pardi All rights reserved
from The Cincinnati Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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