A Minor Explorer

When the day is not yet light and the slow

desperate rise and fall of the ships in harbor

can be seen by passersby, I think of the girl

whose clouded eyes once searched

for some thin line in the distance,

still undiscovered.

 

The same child who would put on her mother’s

flowered dresses, her father’s worn boots

and dive for pearls to string around her small, pale neck.

 

Mother would say,

            “Slow down or be lost at sea.”

She said,

            “ The waters will not dry up over night

            leaving the great whales land locked

            and the salt so thick you can shovel it.”

          

“Take the earth into your hands,

press the leaves to your palms,

and dig your toes into the sand.

These are the things you will remember

and these are the things that will bring you home.”

                        

Reviews

[Eternal Poet]

"Take the earth into your hands,

press the leaves to your palms,

and dig your toes into the sand.

These are the things you will remember"-great words!

[A. Amos]

Elegantly crafted and looking forwar to read more of your work!

[Wórdsmíth]

Wow .. beautiful poem .. I like the last verse very much ;)