Beachcombing

Schonmaier Beachcombing.jpg

 

Beachcombing

 

the net you cast

is never a trap:

 

it is the hammock

where I rest my

 

thoughts:  the welkin

and the forest-wild

 

that you weave

together for me:

 

your blue-

green threads:

 

the trim

on the shore

 

that I strive

toward

 

from Wavelengths of Your Song (McGill-Queen’s University Press)