Snowy Plovers run after the retreating surf
feasting on the bits of life left behind
Dashing back when the next wave spills after
My heart wakes up and beats blood back into my being
alive again and shocked at how long I have been asleep
My rejoicing soul surges like the sea
breaking wave after wave on wet sand
A rising tide claiming more dry ground
dancing up the rocks to
avoid getting swept away.

©2017 Kirsten Peterson