Mr. Sea

Inspired tonight by Dawn Picken, who I had the pleasure of meeting at a recent Writers' Retreat, I finally create a blog.  Her blog post about the retreat took me back there, asking the questions, writing alone, yet not, and yes, finding solace in the ocean.

Mr. Sea

After I had run with

sharp-stone-hopping feet

across the grey strip

of rough-hewn concrete,

crossed the dune edge

of grass underpinning

bouquets of flowers

as if medal-winning

and looked out to see

Mr. Sea there for me

like he always would be

in my search for me,

after I'd walked

let my toes scuff the sand

let my nose smell the salt

let this man take my hand,

then,

again,

I breathed.

 

BY JEANETTE JONES