Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Commencing

One hand
tensed but strong
reached out.

Wet with rain
slick, slipping
fingers unfurled

losing hold
falling back
falling through, wet with

remembering a broken chain,

motionless breath

backs turned

fog settled

rolling down, quivering
belly, open mouth
sinking under
...through
sand
held

held
by

dust
dampened by
sweat

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

There has been a lot of beach and sand imagery lately. Do you miss Jamaica? It certainly can't be the Jersey shore.