Lingering in the Picture

Nature sparing ink

as if it were gold

to paint subtle clouds

strewn across the sky's

blue porcelain

the shorebirds

rising swiftly from wetland

resemble the twirling flames

at this moment

everything seems to linger:

the birds and boats

drifting above the sun-flecked

St. Lucie River

including myself

happening

meandering through the wooden deck

with mangroves on both sides

in this lingering state

I have no name

nor do I need one