sandpiper
when faith shakes my shoes
I say to myself
this is good, this is how
it was meant to be
no promises, no soaring afterlife –
just us on the weekend beach
and a rock-strewn climb
back up to the ordinary
one quick, soul-searching
enigma of a trip
that nobody should miss, not for all
the Sundays in the world
my camera saves a sandpiper
lost upon the firmament –
poetry of the moment, never meant
to last
© 2007 by Beth
Stevens
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