Summer Texture

I feel the tingling
the all so loving touch
the light beating my face
and whispering love

Bobing up and down
as the bob when a fish
attacks;
a craddle for all
Speeding through
the rising walls hearing the
barricades broken as they appear

My eyes float out over
the horizon. To the rippled
water and smoothing out over
time and distance. The light
dances off of each single bound
Tiptoeing. Sneaking and striking me
Warm

Dip
Out comes the meal of the day
The predator whining and screaming upward
Paying no attention to the chaos and filth around
Striving for height
the beauty of the struggle
the beauty of wrath

The midnight wings beating
in the liquid air
Fighting the currents
the wind whipping its feathers
trying to steal them and its
meal, its life

Slowly soaring through the blue
toward the white and then back to
the green strokes of God's paint brush
The hushing of the tall grass silencing all

After the osprey leaves
the grass tilts its body to avoid
the others. Straining to watch
Straining to see the light
Yurning to leave the muddy barrier
between cool murky waving
and dark thriving security.