Dan Favorite Poems: Border Times (as read on the BBC)

 

Border times…I’ve always loved border times and places.
Copyright by Dan Windisch 042401

 

Seaweed lay warm on rocks in sunshine
dreaming of incoming tide
and of dancing,
once again,
to the rocking of the sea.

Do you notice …
That quiet moment ….
Between
Inhale …
And Exhale?

I do … am  … are … noticing
Border times.

I love border times and places.

Those golden
I-forgot-I-was-in-between-breath,
endless-dusk-moments, between sunlight and dark,
when colors, leaves,
EVERYTHING are golden hued,
vibrant,  gorgeous,
quiescent, sparkling,
never-ending …
before sliding into the dark.

Carl Jung wasn’t much interested in old age,
He saw it as personality sliding
back,
into,
the unconscious ooze,
of archetypes …
and forget-full-ness.

He missed the exquisite beauty …
of the in-between.

Tidal zones are border places.
Seawaves making lapping sounds,
rearranging
sand and gravel,
as distant moon’s unseen, unfelt, POWER
moves gigatons of water
onto,
and then away from,
the shore.

Seagulls and ravens
walk on exposed wet shore
of outgoing tide
squawking, eating tidbits
now exposed and vulnerable
on the shore.

Little crabs
scurry
under the next rock for cover
after being exposed by delighted children
innocently lifting rocks
and laughing
at the amazing, fast-running little crab creatures
hidden, rushing,
exposed
to their next hiding place.

Seaweed lay warm on rocks in sunshine
dreaming of incoming tide
and of dancing,
once again,
to the rocking of the sea.