Among the White Cliffs of Dover
Barefoot on a grassy cliff
Cold wind keeps me still
The oceans edge fades into fog
While the horns of ferrymen
Allow me to see what
Lingers beyond my scope of sight
The birds have wandered my way
To view me instead of the view
Their home looks the same
While I am new to the landscape
Polite conversation amongst the jackdaws
A fight over worms for the gulls
Another photographer sits over the hill
Now visiting with my bird friends
Who have lost all interest in me
I watch three recognizable colored specs
Walk among the beach
Picking up stones
Jumping from rock to rock
Photographing remains of a ship or a dock
I cannot tell from this distance
The mist falls from its hovering form
Touching tree tops and mixing into the hills
The ocean, the sky and the earth become
A soft white veil
Visually
the sum of all our parts
A true English afternoon
Among the white cliffs of Dover
Poem by Hannah Lee Kuhn
May 2nd 2024
