Breadcrumb #406

LISA RHODES-RYABCHICH

The sea rolls it’s shoulders
onto the shores.
Are we the ocean, the trees
the bush, the swallow
the seat of the wind in the air?
We breathe in the sun glinting 
off the roof like electricity
zigzagging life
over glass—Life zigzagging.
Drawn back we see
the glass reflecting a silver
electric butterfly.
We are all camouflaged.
Who are we?
We are in all of it ...
Death and resurrection.
Like the rocks of life
we walk out slowly creating
a path to merge with wildlife.
We swim like the geese
letting the waves lap
onto their feathery skins
unabashed and unashamed.

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