|At The Harbor - © Judith Clay|
to naturally integrate and expand
on the platform of the harbor.
As her fish re-learns to breathe, she stands.
Time, her constant companion advances
yet she and fish stand still as beacons.
They await the shifting circumstances
as the molecule movement lessens.
Seasons pass, ships slip past jetties.
Her fish begins to grow fingers and feet.
The tides ebb and the sea becomes brassy;
hillside trees loosen trunks, bend their knees.
Suzanne and the fish then dance in symmetry
with the ocean's waves, the raindrops, and the trees.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 8.27.13
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