Saturday, March 30, 2019

The Source (Day 801)

we raced from rushing olive waves   toes crabbed 
   and cold-pinkened in salt-stiff sand
come on  it will be fun   the boy and his father 
   are out back   he is shouting   angrily 
   demanding the ball
each pass erased evidence of previous visitors 
   so that   looking out to sea   we could imagine 
   we were the only ones ever to have tested its edge
why do we venture so far from the roiling 
   source and solace
why do we persist in believing it will   someday
   welcome us home

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: US BLM

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