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Awaken by Christine Samad

When the waves roll in

And wash over,

They do not just push,

They also pull.

Sway to the movement,

Stumble on the ocean floor,

Crash through

The cymbal, the steady beat,

The steady shake and hum of cicadas in the trees,

The distant reverberation of the unknown.

The quiet chitter of flitting wings,

Gleeful Anticipation,

The silent predator hovers in the sun,

At first a rustle, and then, the wind whirls a gust…

It is a beautiful day for creation.

The clouds accumulate

And dissipate


The tempo fades and quiets.

The wind pushes forth encouragement.

“Onward. Onward.”

Keep Writing.

©Christine Samad 2021