Moving with the Tao
Where pelicans fly in a straight line

At the edge of the jetty, I rest on a flat rock with shivering bones of an early morning
Like a curious gull, I sit and listen while the sea around me speaks in windblown words and broken spells, and ships capsized and beached
On a tide of choppy entropy, our earth takes a heavy toll, as it shrinks in space, eluding peace, before the universe gets its wake-up call
Only pelicans fly in a straight line, skimming the surface of the water, teachers of the sea, movers of the Tao
Unlike us, who live without seeing, failing to learn life’s lessons, refusing to take the cue, from nature’s wisdom.
© 2021 Mark Tulin
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