Being the Observer

Star dreamer,

singer of ocean songs,

gatherer of beach rocks,

I whisper to cedar,

commune with ravens,

send love to the wolves,

give deep bows to the sunrise,

wrap morning fog 

in ecstasy

around my throat,

hobble along the shore,

   eyes ever alert    

for treasures.

I am at the time of Watching,

of Being the Observer.

I sift and sort 

a plentitude 

of memories,

noting with gratitude 

the winding path

that brought me here.

I am a Gatherer,

bundling up

life's daily gifts,

with reverence

and wonder.

for  Rommy's prompt at Real Toads:  to give ourselves a job title. Since I am retired, my current job is observing this world, so full of beauty, human-created disasters and earth-borne delights.