Welsh fog horn on long breakwater
Near both coastline and pastures,
Like mournful, complaining cow.
Do cattle imagine a Cow God's
Occasionally meting out advice:
"Staay awaay fromm cliiifffsss!"
Back home, urban Seattle fog horn,
Same sound, never nor now
Reminds me of mooing, lowing.
Caution to Puget Sound connective
Ferries and product-loaded freighters:
"You are here! Veer toward piers!"
Damp airiness seeps into and clouds
Discernment, decisions, cognition.
Inner intuitive warning, course correction:
"You are approaching your edge!
Come back to center! Re-attune to
Rhythm of heart beat and breathing!"
Rather than insistently moving through
And forward, could honor outer and
Inner marine air pockets' invitation to
Soften, blur, pause, go off-line, relax,
Lean into earned respite, take a break.
Simply wait for sun and warmth to offer
Ebb and flow, wax and wane, clearing.
Ann Beth Blake
(c) September 10, 2013