Between the sky, a shade of blue that's solitude,
and the sea, its tint both challenge and resolve,
is the quality of quiet when it's fully present.

Not just the absentness of noise,
but the whuff of gentle breeze
the wurzurzur of bees
how winds blow brush
to whirr-whirr-whirr
while waves mount up
shirr, shush and shlup
into pools, against rocks
on shores (schmock).
And above it all
call and call
distant birds
dewaver chui-chui, dewaver.

Between the sky and the sea
atop the rock and the city.

by Eleanor Wong
from y grec (2005)


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