Consume and regurgitate
ideologies and misinformation.
the skin around my fingernails
in anxious contemplation.
I chose a grey, hazy day in early Spring,
just as the snow has evaporated,
and a frosty wind still burns your fingers and face.
I wander along the beach awhile,
knowing I’ll be left alone,
and sit on the salt-smoothed boulders,
staring out to sea.
The foam gathers on the shore.
The clapping and crashing of the water
drowns out the call of the gulls.
I am present in this moment.
A few rays of light escape the clouds
and the ocean glitters like a rolling multifaceted jewel.
We are born again
out of ice and snow.
We ebb and flow
and respond to the moon.
In their bog, the peepers’ wild chirps
The shed creaks and groans.
I look up and the night is starless.
I feel alone
Who observes my head tilted back,
palms toward the sky?
A passing thought,
at first invisible, then
an almost tangible idea
of another in the writhing shadow.
I move quickly to the door.
Flick the lock.
Check it again.
Just to be sure.
Still feeling watched through the naked windows.