Blue Skies Above, Low Tide Below
Gulls squabble in the shallows
where the fishing is best
I lie down in the low-tide waves,
stroke the sand
my arms sweep
like I am rowing in a shell
but I am not going anywhere today
the soft sand begins to feel dry
in my underwater hands
piping plovers
move one-mindedly
like ants or flocking blackbirds
I stand and look at the horizon
upside-down between my legs
the waves almost touching my face
can I orient to this strange world
where the sky flattens
and color disappears?
I lie back down on dry sand
cold on my bare back
and whisper your name to the blue above
I called and you came
my love
I called and you came
October 9, 2011
This week’s Poetry Jam directed us to write a love poem (I “missed” last week’s Poetry Jam, ie, couldn’t write an apt poem to save my life even though the prompt was a juicy one). Just something light and airy today, gott sei dank!
