walls
(a seashore, 1959)
This child on the jetties
courageously balanced,
bare toes clench the rocks,
arms outstretched,
the small angel perched, 
her heaven and earth
drenched in the spray of the surf.
An ocean rushes her feet
on this last thread of land
way out here, very far 
from her grandmother's eye,
the thundering crests spilling in,
turquoise walls, below, tumbling
shatter on stone
and her feet bravely dab 
scattered remnants of waves.
Next year, she thinks, 
she'll be braver, 
descending the boulders,
her body embraced
in the crash of the waves
bathed in their light, 
reaching, her hands toppling
these turquoise walls. 
Jon Bohrn (1999)

  

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