I woke to a batter of blue powder Across the sky Streaks all separated Scrambled, yellow, high It was plain and still a dusting Eyelids adjusting Arms heavy with dribs and drabs My heart was diving and soaring With the seabirds flashing by I walked down little muddy creek Along the rocky shore Once in the bay, liberated I ate an apple to its core The sea in her daily routine, gone to meet the moon She left the clam and oyster pops to pop Right through the afternoon Cicadas rallied Pools glistened all too bright And I thought of you And the following day And the following night My heart was diving and soaring With the seabirds flashing by My heart was diving and soaring With the seabirds flashing by