sea calm hot sun
cool breeze
empty late September
beach morning
a rare day hands
free no weight
no tending to any someones
need
the space between us
quiet and without
blame separate/together
mom and i
comb the sandy trail
of treasures
left by the mornings
receding tide
she searching bounty
in perfection
me searching beauty
in the broken
we breathing in deep
of the deep
hands free to seek
what we need
Michelle - There is so much to ponder in these sparse words. I love the two perspectives, and how they are woven together - not just syntactically but philosophically or experientially. Two lives, forever entangled. Sometimes, I think relationships of this magnitude - mother and daughter - are expressed much better in poetry than prose, though both work. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Charity, for pondering here. It can be so simple and so complicated at the same time, yes?
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