Starting Over

Ice.

Blanket.

Snowbound.

Frozen ground.

Stuck in one place.

Facing the same white.

Not certain that the sun is.

Wanting the clouds to part.

Start over.

What do you do when you have no

Idea: can you draw some icon in the snow?

Where can you imagine going this morning?

Ah the lime green surge of water, the crush of tides

over and over the tan sand the white shells like ocean teeth

left behind the foam frothing over and over the never-ending waves

A dark fin no, now two now three wow arc up through the emerald sea

The beach is full of gulls but it is the

chocolate

pelicans

soaring

gliding

on

air

currents

swooping

see them

splash

and

crash

into the

the

water’s

sunny

surface.