No doves along the reef.
A few crabs, skin of a bird.
I look for something to reflect the sun.
Everything here poses nude.
Waves pace back and forth over the rocks.
I miss the pine trees planted near the duck
pond, their needles falling.
My knuckles press into burlap
and rain; I gesture with my thumb,
my hand, my brow. Every part of my body
by Kathleen Vibbert
from Autumn Sky Poetry Number 5, March 2007