Saturday, January 25, 2014

BIG WATER


Look!


The waters were so big. 
I hadn’t yet said a prayer.
No blessings for me.






But there I stood,
Haunted by the waters,
Saints in the making,
Rising up,
Pushing shore.
Huge.













I fell down each wave
into movement.
I rocked on my feet,
Nodding like an old Jew,
Crossing myself,
Allah!











As my head tipped towards the West
She comes ashore
I am drenched,


Also with the love of it.









Time to bring her home.













B. Misty Wycoff  
January 25, 2014  







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