wednesdays have gone to the words

it's been a while since i followed through on my wednesdays. but now seems as good a time as any to pick it back up. here's a water-lyric by annie finch:

Gulls at Todd's Point

Shivering, knowing how lines of the tide

use seaweed, and sea-drift, and sea-touch (and bone)

to etch with, I wait to be marked on the sand

(a dragged sag of rockweed, a bulbed grace undone),

moved each way like feathers, slipped slow like a hand,

or whitened past breath. I’ve been moved till I’m gone

and nothing is ready to hold me inside—

following gull-shadows back over the land,

hiding myself. But there’s no place to hide,

whitening my hair in the wind or at dawn;

seagulls are whitening too, and they mourn,

turning and turning.