| I am glad today is dark. No sun. Sky ribboning with amorphous, complicated layers. I prefer cumulus on my morning beach run. What more can we worry about? Our parents are getting older and money is running out. The children are leaving, the new roof is damaged by rain and rot. I fear the thrashing of the sea in its unrest, the unforgiving cricket. But that’s not it. The current is rising. The dramas are playing out. Perhaps it’s better to be among these sandpipers with quick feet dashing out of the surf than a person who wishes to feel complete. Copyright © 2014 by Jill Bialosky. Used with permission of the author. |
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