Sunday, April 25, 2010

Ocean Waves

Within the line, the curve
within the curve, the line,
balanced on four points,
carried with the tide.

Awash upon these shores
with eagle, seal and ship,
salt on my lips, my hands
within my child's hands,

we will dance here again
she whispers as I place the
flannel panels over her
sleepy body, we will, we will.