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Cormorant
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Patricia Sykora |
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I wrote this one morning at the breathtaking Eastern Point Retreat House in Gloucester after observing a lone cormorant out on a rock in the bay, wings spread, facing the rising sun and making whatever one might call a cormorant song!. After a bit of research, I learned that he (?) was probably drying out his wings after fishing. Nonetheless, I stood on the bluff, my own wings spread...
Cormorant
It doesn't matter if you are the only one who sees it;
If you are the only one ready and willing to spread your wings!
It doesn't matter who sees you as you open yourself
And spread wide to receive the light, the wind, the morning sun.
Take your stand among the rocks, those ancient sentinels of the dawn.
Humbled in the knowledge that they were there before you and shall remain,
stalwart and true after your flash is gone.
Cry out, shout as if no one can hear
But as if everyone needs to hear
Your declaration of the grandeur of this day,
Your gratitude for another fish to catch.
P Sykora
6:15 am Gloucester, MA. 6/18/11
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--Submitted by PatSykora on 2011-06-21.
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lanet:
Amen
Posted 06/21/2011 06:46 AM
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