what intentions we are weaving

whispered prayers on trembling lip

 

searching for signs

fencing hummingbirds

before the solstice sunrise

 

lying, body upon the sand

rumbling vibrations, waves

clearing, grounding the soul

 

questions posed with no answers

worries cleared, like tide swept sand

while storms gather

steer clear of ship wrecks

 

Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon