How Do We Love?
By Elizabeth Reeke
The icy cold negativity like a lead weight,
Could absorb no more,
Could hurt no more,
Could love no more.
A mumbled excuse at the table
and I left them there in silence,
Moving quickly through the crowded dining room,
Out the door,
Across the deck, down the steps,
Racing for the ocean!
Blinded by tears, I felt the misty rain
cooling my face,
Wet sands tugging at my feet,
Waves smooshing up the beach,
A muffled fog horn calling.
Fresh ocean air!
Salty, soothing, intoxicating, fresh ocean air!
Boats and rigging and gulls calling,
Wharf on stilts,
Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth Reeke.