Waves hiss their complaints
and slap the sand for my attention,
as I step carefully among the
slipper shells, razor clams, and seaweed strands
along the highwater line,
where a horseshoe crab,
upended, legs rhythmically pedaling air,
waits the return of the tide.
He’s in no hurry.
The dark clouds are of no mind.
He does not fear death – like me,
carefully lifting him back to the sea.
Jack Rossi is a landscape architect and multi-media artist from Woodstock, Vermont. He has been writing since childhood and studied poetry later in life at Dartmouth College. Jack enjoys writing about the subtle whispers nature reveals when we look a little more intently. His poems have been published in PoemTown and PoemCity (Vermont poetry walking anthology events) as well as the Sycamore Review and other college literary journals. In the winter you can find him high in the hills of Vermont teaching alpine skiing to the young and old.
upended, legs rhythmically pedaling air,
waits the return of the tide.
He’s in no hurry.
The dark clouds are of no mind.
He does not fear death – like me,
carefully lifting him back to the sea.
Jack Rossi is a landscape architect and multi-media artist from Woodstock, Vermont. He has been writing since childhood and studied poetry later in life at Dartmouth College. Jack enjoys writing about the subtle whispers nature reveals when we look a little more intently. His poems have been published in PoemTown and PoemCity (Vermont poetry walking anthology events) as well as the Sycamore Review and other college literary journals. In the winter you can find him high in the hills of Vermont teaching alpine skiing to the young and old.
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