a space like breath

Between these waves of winter salt

and the fingers of deciduous stillness

that arc and lean above them,

beached

and whittled

into the sparse clarity of speechless ghosts,

there is a space like breath,

like air but greener,
generous with wind,
learning the lightness of release.



lks 8/15/09(My old friend Max challenged me this morning to write something to accompany this photograph. It had to include the word deciduous. It was fun. )