Flotsam
May 31, 2008
I knew the salt of water.
The sea uncivilizes us,
rages in the blood,
suss and slap against the hull,
don’t simmer this down,
don’t set the waves straight.
But up on deck
or ringed along shoreline,
faces bare themselves
to spray
for that sense of the saline
porous stalks
of sea life brushing the land.
Once in the water
we touch
bony bottom,
our breath
globes above us.
by Susan V. Facknitz
Categories: Water
Susan V. Facknitz
qarrtsiluni 
Just lovely. What a wonderful use of sound and imagery.