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
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.