Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Headlong (Poem 155)

This poem is dedicated, in friendship and gratitude, to the memory of Sgt. Joseph Tomaselli, New Hanover (Pa.) Police Department.

On the southeastern horizon, 
The storm looms, gunmetal gray,
Riding the massive swells
Like a mad horseman.

On shore, shoppers 
Hoard food and prepare 
To hunker down. Their headlights 
Slice the unnatural twilight, 
Bringing to many a heart
A twinge of holiday nostalgia.

On the beach, wind-driven sand 
Stings his face, yet he strides 
Headlong into the gale--
Resting in the shadow of the clouds,
Lulled by the sway of the sea,
Trusting in the sunrise at the other end.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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