Sea Dreams
No matter how far away they are
Lift the pale shells to the stinging sun
November 9, 2001
in time
they come back into your vision
swimming,
slow as the salt tide rising up
the warm
black cliffs of your imagination.
and cry
the descant of your own relief.
The sea
bestows more life than it subtracts,
hungry
as the night for generosity and joy.
Copyright © Amy Belding Brown