City Hide-away  (Seattle)

 

Down where the water meets the sky

and cormorants hang out their wings to dry

 

and the dreaming mallards smooth as stones

lie among old bottles and bones

 

down I go on a warm-wind day

to my secret city hide-away

 

where fish flash in and out of sight

in water filled with emerald light

 

and turtles sprawl on a mossy log

sharing the sun with a little frog

 

and the great blue heron goes flying by

rowing his boat through a summer sky.

 

This is where I like to go

when my heart is heavy, my spirits low

 

where the red-winged blackbird sings its song

calling my spirit to sing along

 

down where a bottle washed up by the sea

might contain a message for me 

 

and sea glass hidden in the sand

becomes a key within my hand

 

unlocking dreams and opening doors

deep within, to unknown shores.

 

This is where my heart belongs

where mermaids sing their siren songs 

 

and I can turn a sea glass key

releasing Nature’s mystery

 

and read the runes instead of the news

and chase away those city blues.