The breeze ripples the water.
Even when it is still,
I know that it is in constant motion.
There is movement where I can’t see.
When the tide comes in,
twigs and leaves
ride upon its surface.
I can hear geese crying in the distance.
Watching the water,
the tide begins to lower once more,
taking treasures in its wake.
The trees whisper on the wind
of secrets keptfor hundreds of years.
I just don’t know the language
to understand it.
I listen to the buzz of the hummingbird
and I make a wish
each time that I see one
in hopes that it will carry my wish
upon its wings when it flies.
I watch the tide come in again
and I sit at the waters edge.
I place the things that I no longer want
into the water. I pull them through my skin
and it is like I am holding jewels
that have grown tarnished with time.
I place them in the water
and they pulse lightly,
though that light has grown dark.
The jewels are full of memories
that have stood the passage of time,
but I no longer want them.
When the tide goes out once more,
I watch those memoires
as they sail away from me.
They look like stars upon the water
as they head out