Listening at the Edge of the World


The silence speaks, not as gulls screaming
but as broad pelicans taut and motionless

in the stiff upwinds of the ocean cliffs
after the fog lifts, burns away discreetly

erased in a moment and when we turn back
it has already disappeared down the white-

fringed rocks, the green swells lapping
softly below, a faint murmur that subsides

if we let it and again silence beckons,
we stand with the sea, not talking

holding the breath of the world at the horizon
like a thin shawl as we swirl in the breeze


Photo by Emily Strauss

Emily Strauss

Emily Strauss has an M.A. in English, but is self-taught in poetry, which she has written since college Over 300 of her poems appear in a wide variety of online venues and in anthologies, in the U.S. and abroad. The natural world of the American West is generally her framework; she also considers the stories of people and places around her. She is a semi-retired teacher living in California.

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