post 187: synchronicity, flour sack paper, poems, painting, Maine, South Carolina

by Carol Bass


In the middle of the
rain and ocean
we are the waves
smacking granite ledges

amoeba forms outlined in thin white lines
rolling on the surface
like loving ghosts

at dawn
yellow birch leaves
skydive into rugosa roses
beginning another quiet season

Canada geese, butterflies
gather in fields
planning southern journeys
but Marie’s cooking holds us
to this rocking dock

our brush strokes a part of the wind