Over 30 years in human services working for and with people with developmental disabilities.
The moon rises in the pale blue sky
Tilted and pale, and wide eyed
Surprised to find me, bald twin,
Staring back, pale gray, bone thin
Standing defiantly to an invasion within.
The sandpipers hop, sidestep and jab repeatedly
Stilted and disjointed, and always frantic
Startled by me, they jump to flight
Only to circle back and return to land
Covering the pale sand with more hieroglyphic prints.
The sunlight dances like beacons
Musical and jeweled, and ever transient
Touched by a breeze, the ocean ripples
And the ballet of light changes
An allemande before the distance chorus line.
Weak of knee, I bend down to mother earth
Countless warms grains halts my slide
Six feet under, another day they whisper
Another day I agree and lay flat
Folded hands rests on hollowed stomach.
My temporal bones resonate rhythmically
Bearing Gregorian chant of the ocean
Inward, my blood crests and lulls in hidden passages
Silent tongue receives the grains of salt
In the wind, I hear strands of the requiem.
© 2018 Kathy Burton