Stepping On The Sea


I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping

not able to carve
ancient holes

as on rocks
because it

was welcomed
it was welcome





This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 Β on sale on Amazon.

About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

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