eyelets
Talcum blue sheet
blowing in soft wind
like a sail in the great
5,000 year-old estuary.
It has taken that long
for the churning Atlantic
to break through the
crusty fort of Earth.
Clouds loft high
as if they were strands of wool
being pulled through the meticulous
hands of a seamstress.
The rustling trees
produce sound waves
like the ocean, each leaf
swaying and brushing
against its neighboring
leaf in the twilight of summer
sending reverberations
into the atmosphere, laying
into ears, age-old conversation.