I Believe

The sky is gray and warm
wind ricochets off the water
smelling of distant rain

In the swaying trees
leaves turn over
pale undersides
that hide from days sun
disturbed by the swirling
currants

A thousand sea birds lift from The Point
rising into the misting waters of the sky
wings flashing silver and gray
they school across the Bay
seeking the shelter of the dunes

Stillness, heavy and dense
silences the songbirds
they cock their heads from side to side
listening for the signs

The air hums
lungs struggle to breathe
Electricity moves over the skin
Expectancy hovers
tense between the eyes
Change is coming.