Tuesday, April 18, 2017

the rocks and water and moss

standing - arms stretched out and down
like wings about to embrace a gust of wind -

feet shoulder width apart for stability
on the flatten rocks of a jetty - wet from fog -

as the sun begins to rise above the trees -
lined up like soldiers ready to charge the sea -

waiting to feel something or hear something -
anything - that proves there is more

than rocks and water and moss, but knowing
that there does not need to be anything more -

the rocks and water and moss are amazing.


Greg Short said...

I'm really enjoying your poetry. Let me know if you'd be willing to put together a chapbook for a very new and very small publisher.

katy said...

Thanks! I sent you a message via fb messaging. Cheers!