The Rules of Engaging Grief

Observing a Sandpiper on a desolate beach inspired these words –

“Intuition”

How does a Sandpiper
Calculate wave speed – depth
As it scrounges food,
Pursues retreating crabs
On still wet sand?

Are its eyes fixed back?
Do tail sensors catch sound,
Vibrations – salt smell,
Short twig stems feel rush,
Tarrying not instant late?

Is focus the answer,
Hunger desire challenge
Excitement completion,
Or does intuition extend
Us all to realms mysterious?