Assembling

ahingas

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Ahingas at dawn

poised between the viscous and the thinning

drying their wings

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Algae blooming

convoluted and impatient

now remembering their place

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A  young man  with dark eyes

continually filling his truck bed

with damaged and forest overgrowth

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Muscling new piers with humor

immersed in sea water

they’re building the new bridge

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The many Gods speaking as the roots of Origin

actively assemble

the thaw

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 I sat on the dock overlooking the fresh water lake each day watching the ahingas. They are cousins to the cormorant and pelican, sometimes called “snakebird” as they swim submerged except for their heads above the water. Their feathers aren’t waterproof like ducks, so they open and dry their wings off before being able to take flight. There’s a lot of silent standing, occasional diving, gliding and wing drying….but mostly just standing there facing the light.

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Photo…”Ahingas” Meher Baba Center, North Myrtle Beach, SC

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I dream of being a weed…

 

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I dream of being a weed

traveling in my roots carving deep,

just carving, scraping away

letting go more of the surface

each time I tap deeper

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These are restless nights

waking with soil packed tight

at the corner of eyes picking at

worm castings under fingernails

the scrim wrapped tight round my head

caked with quartz shards and clay

filaments of memory scattered about the floor

the moon an aboriginal instinct

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I’m a veteran miner

more comfortable in the dark

where I can keep an eye on things

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On the surface my tough rosettes

of green continue to vitamin the grassy bank

the untamed sun persisting in its pursuit

until finally … reluctant with abandon

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There is no letting go. Why would I?

There is nothing of worth to carry…

All I can do is bloom

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 drawing and poem …. j.h.white