Post 198: diamonds, palmettos, rambling outside

by Carol Bass

Just like the breath

everything is moving
even stillness within the moving

blowing threads of palmetto leaves
tango themselves into soft lover knots
in the eternal wind

waving sea oats reveal a stage full
of floating ocean diamonds
as the sun’s warmth
coaxes tiny bugs into their minute lives
crawling on your baked arms
weaving through tall hairs

complete stillness is death
and difficult for water