How far could you swim?
With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach
We would climb the highest dune,
from there to gaze and come down:
the ocean was performing;
we contributed our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came
straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill,
what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold.
‘How far could you swim, Daddy,
in such a storm?’
‘As far as was needed,’ I said,
and as I talked, I swam.
Wake Owl – Seaside
I was shaken, held the hand of you,
looking at the bottom of my soul,
Crying out, crying out to who
would lead from this place i didn’t know
3 thoughts on “Seaside”
The poem is so rich with emotion! Love it! And your blog’s new “look” is beautiful Debra!
Thanks Penny! ..and for inspiring me to make the change!
My pleasure to inspire (even accidently, lol)!