Ocean
I left something buried
in the sands of Ormond
twenty-one years ago
where I’d look upon
these women covered
with ocean salt outlined
by impossibility and wind
something so wild and perfect
shouldn’t exist among a low
fumbling country boy who
had no business being where
he was
in the sand
stared up at the Hale-Bopp
unaware
of those people
far away taking thier lives
in hopes
of finding a home
among the stars
yearning for a place to
fit
in
I haven’t felt heartbreak
for a force of nature since
as if someone I loved
lived in the water
and all it would take
is to step in
and find her hand
I hope those people
all those years back
found what they needed
extinguished the depths
of whatever this is
heaving against my chest
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Beautiful poem! Love – “something so wild and perfect
shouldn’t exist among a low
fumbling country boy who
had no business being where
he was.” The tide of your poem washed in so much want and sadness along with the beauty.
Thank you!
This poem has lingered with me all month. Thank you for each of your pieces this year.