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By Steve Gillman
in the crashing waves
in the swaying trees,
in the wind tearing at my jacket.
with my belly full of berries,
watching seagulls in the cliffs
watching rainbows in the spray.
in all this movement,
in this screaming beauty,
which quieted my mind.
or curse this perfection with names,
or write a poem
or say a prayer.
and this was superior
to any description, idea,
belief or faith.
(This poem was inspired by a long rest on a Lake Superior beach, after an hours-long and particularly dangerous stretch in a kayak.)
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