Secret Ingredients
Bashert
around my ankle
an invisible red thread
that binds me to you
–
a cardinal-
in the holly his mate
awaits his return
Beach
driftwood and clam shells
dried seaweed and rushes line
the high water mark
–
curling waves-
preening ducks
bathe in the surf
Birth
midwinter moonlight-
hushed stillness split by the cries
of mother and child
–
nesting jays-
the silence of
broken eggshells
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