Come here with me, and
breathe the scent of salt and spicy
eucalyptus as we walk through
crackling sandy leaf litter,
past crescent beaches;
where spiny lizards skitter
between boulders gilded in shining lichen,
and just-fledged seagulls skulk
in the yellow gorse,
or prance for attention
from their patient parents
with the promise of fish.
From the heights, your eyes
will pierce the sparkling surface,
to where the cupped octopus
hides from the spear, and jeweled lobsters
amble through seaweed.
You will guide the wind with your hand
to lift the wheeling gull, pound the sea
to the cliffs, tousle my hair, and scatter
seeds of lacy, fragrant fennel.
Come with me; be as a god for one blinding moment,
among the brilliant rocks,
above an emerald sea, with the wind,
the gulls and the bristling pines.
-Patricia Thrushart
Patricia Thrushart writes from the Pennsylvania Wilds. Her fifth book of poems, Goddesses I Have Known (QPC Publishing) benefits a local domestic violence shelter. Patricia’s poems have been published in numerous journals. She is co-editor of the anthology series for North/South Appalachia and co-founder of Poets Against Racism & Hate USA.
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