A strong wind blew
the seas were rough with discontent
the sky was blue
and the cormorant flew
the moment he saw me.

A little crab lay in my reach
at the beach
on her back –
with a stick
I gave her a flip –
she looked with dead eyes at the sea.

It seemed there were messages everywhere
if only I could decipher them.

 

 

I did notice that
strong grasses grow

in the hot dry sand

and also golden flowers glow