A KINETIC STILLNESS      

           
                 
out here in these              
east beach dunes            
in the rain              
in the eternal winds              
my thoughts sound              
different here            
than they sound              
back in town            
in a room              
in a house            
with a tv on              
in the background            
to distract me              
from any insights            
i might otherwise              
have possibly had            
yet out here              
in this naturalness            
my feelings              
and thoughts              
are simple as sand            
and as distinctly clear              
as the bright pink            
of a rosette              
spoonbills wings            
flapping in blurs              
yet easy to see            
even in rain              
back and forth              
from one              
salt marsh pond              
to another              
where they filter              
the silty  sandy              
mud bottoms            
with their flat              
spoon billed beaks            
so patiently              
searching for food              
all along              
amidst the reeds              
occaisionally            
in the company              
of snowy egrets              
and great              
blue herons            
who also              
masterfully              
stalk along              
the same              
salty shallows              
on long legs              
like stems            
wading in their              
own reflections            
in some kind              
of silent zen            
from their              
slow motion              
focused steps              
they can go            
from standing              
perfectly still            
to striking in              
an instant blink            
and seem            
to almost              
every time            
come up with              
a delicious              
live treat            
of continued          
successful survival            
where from              
simply observing              
them  so passively              
for a while              
out here in              
my peaceful flow              
harmonious              
with the wild            
i suddenly              
come to see            
and quietly realize              
that each of us              
are only as alert        
aware            
and as fully alive              
as we each          
choose and allow        
ourselves          
to believe          
to live        
and to ultimately    
more fully    
become
be
and
either
know
we
are
or
not