Silver Lining

The closest hawk 
cuts a silhouette against  milk clouds.

The horizon, half sea and half water reflected,
swallows the swell of the ocean at bay.

A kayak arrows to the sun's roll in the waves,
paddle length dripping back
to glide.

Worship is a tidal ventricle
pumping the planet's peace.

Jealous turtles surrender the shore to
muck boots in chorus, a choir of pink whispers
before the set.

Nature trumps the natural way of thinking,
it's the breath taking secret 
of the breath giver.
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