POEM: The Beckoning
By Cerise Barber (fka Cerise Cornutt) -
The rhythmic hand of waves
Beckon me to the deeper heartbeat of life;
White foam mounds in an undulating liquid edge,
Burnishing sand and barnacled rock
Retreating once again to take its turn at
Greeting the welcoming shore.
The bowled cerulean expanse
Lids the earth
Horizon to horizon.
Reveling in the beauty of the sky and sea,
I lean in
To the unspoken
(Having been a denizen of West Seattle since 1981, raising and home schooling her two children until high school and Middle School, the author is now an ex-pat living in Puyallup. My poem is a paean to the wondrous years living by the sea.)