I turned my face to the sweeping sky
And the breeze drawn by the
Eddying current;
I traced the snaking curve
Of the channel;
I watched the light play on
The mirrored surfaces-
Tiny rivulets spread like fingers
In the mud,
As Sandpipers picked their way
With bobbing heads;
Their matchstick legs,
Angular and straight;
And beyond,a flock of avocets,
Their curved beaks
Stabbing like needles;
And wondered if their collective
Gathering was convivial;
Two geese nonchalantly grazed,
Comfortable together;
I looked across to ancestral roots
And connected to
The view its beauty dawned.

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