Field Study

Race Point Beach: Peanut-bunker Field Study

We well-educated students

repeated: beautiful, beautiful, 
as if one numbing, drumming

word summarized the experience.

  

We witnessed thousands of silver fish

synthesized in slashed waves -

orchestrating baited, beached breaths 

where we ate our sandwiches.

We wagered how many breaths 
they had left, without acknowledging 

our own, wondering how many answers 
go unlocked and the questioning jaws,

the all-consuming study of awe.

Beginning

In this blog I hope to post prose articles on my birding and naturalist adventures, and maybe a little poetry. Maybe it’s all poetry...who cares, who needs labels.