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Walking Across the Pacific
(after reading Billy Collins’ “Walking Across the
Atlantic”)
Why wait for the beach to empty of the last surfer?
Let him watch as you place your bare foot
on the water in the glittering shallows,
then out onto the foam, up a soft blue wave face,
as if there were stairs.
Let him fall into wonder as you head for Hawaii
accompanied by curious seabirds,
brown pelicans, white gulls.
You hear the feathery sound of wings
pushing wind, and beneath you,
a whisper of fins and gills moving water.
Tonight you will sleep afloat, your hair dangling,
and as you dream of moon fish and star birds,
forests of kelp wave slowly below you,
your mind wandering the starry sky,
supple brown arms will reach up to enfold you.
All poems have been selected
from Walking Across the
Pacific by
Andrena Zawinski and are printed with the permission of the
author
© Copyright, 2015,
Judy Bebelaar. |