A life with eyes and ears

By Linda Bansil


With these eyes
I can see ocean waves flapping its wings
to shores
like blankets on a mission
to embrace sands 
stones , sand and sturdy drift woods
in a foam of salt in unwavering push and pull


With these ears 
I can listen to the voice of the sea
when it arrives 
and leaves
water and air collide then collect themselves 
to commune in cascades
invisible stairs 
patterned 
strong 
heavy 
then 
weightless


April 5 After coffee 9 a.m