Remnant

of the beach walk; this grain of sand
inside my shoe--so small--but
how it holds my full attention, how it
irritates, yet brings back too
the pleasure felt
as my feet were sinking
with no thought of anything beyond
the next immediate step; the future
malleable, the Moon drifts,

waves rush up
and over; how foam froths
in the aftermath, then sinks
invisible as reason.
after the flux
a shell is left
and I am

gripped by a longing so deep
to be winged as that gull,
who dipped, briefly brushed against the swell,
and soared
back into the vault, oblivious.


 

Poetry found me November 1, 1996 and opened a new world. Having no formal training in writing, I simply try to express, through poetry. the way life speaks to me.

My work has been published in Southern Breezes, Maelstrom, This Hard Wind, Emotions, Wilmington Blues, The Rose & Thorn, Somniloquy, Poetic Voices,
and was chosen as a juried poet at Houston Poetry Fest '99.  My web page: Simply Speaking at http://hometown.aol.com/anniecsj

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