To Live

To live within dangerous reach
of the sea
set down
the life I know
let go my grip
and press my cheek
to the sand—
sea wind
and wave crash
reach me less
here where the sound
flies high overhead—
a shallow calligraphy
sky writ,
a pair
of pelicans.

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