to be as unaware
as the waves
as they come
as they go
they do not see
the sands they change
do not feel
the winds they stir
are uncaring
of the birds
whose wings trace
questions across
the sky
they do not wonder
white-tipped
why they cry
why they call
they only rise
they only fall
heedless of all

© Sarah Whiteley

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