Starlight on Her Fingers
by Elia Ish Duncan
Luminescent sea.
Luminary ancestors, all their work flows by.
Seasons slip past wonder.
Mountains built on one last try.
Sea mists rise, wiping tears from mother nature’s eyes.
Canyons tear at thunder clouds.
Rivers sleep with rocks.
The recovery is catatonic under human sheets.
That place where sea, city and sky meet.
Elia Ish Duncan, Visual Storyteller