Poetry by Phyllis McDuff

Poetry by Phyllis McDuff: "Driftin'
I have been watching full ripe orange moons afloat on swirling seas
and palms flapping their wings in a strong breeze
and gritty puffs of sand run up the beach
and better shells than mine, just out of reach.

I've found bits of driftwood and old rope
sat on the sheltered side of dunes,
warmed by the sun - and seeds of hope.

I saw the fragile first leaves of a vine,
its shadow-future threads through the tops of trees and time.
I saw the red clay-blood stain the white sand
where storms had ripped out trees, waves stole the land.

I watched the kites swoop long and slow and calm,
breathed in the smoke of fires and felt their balm.
I've watched the stars above the oaks through long still nights.
I cannot think what I have missed from earth's delights."