Poem for the Island

    by Snipe

I sit and watch-
framed by the mouth
of the cave I call home
high in these Sculpted Cliffs

I watch
and listen
when its quiet
the Island tells me stories
some I share with you
others I treasure away
for later

From my perch
I've seen such beauty-
Skybax slicing silently
through clouds
wings of shadow dance
across these cliffs I know

Storms of such furious passion-
thunder and lightning
to announce the Ancestors visits

There is so much
that goes unseen

The seasons turn
and the Island shifts
chameleon style-
Winter to Spring

Soon the Archaeopteryx chicks
will hatch

I sit
and watch
and listen
and write
the Islands heartbeat resonates
with all that inhabit it

I come to end of this moment-
from my Heart to my Hands
I open to release this poem,
a bird that finds good wind
to soar.

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