Moving with the Tao

Where pelicans fly in a straight line

Mark Tulin
Sep 18 · 1 min read
Photo by Birger Strahl on Unsplash

At the edge of the jetty,
I rest on a flat rock
with shivering bones
of an early morning

Like a curious gull,
I sit and listen
while the sea around me
speaks in windblown words
and broken spells,
and ships capsized and beached