Waves breaking on Playa Brava. Photo by Catherine Chandler |
The
Dawning
The sea, relentless in her give-and-take,
her rising, falling waves that seem to
make
amends in silence just before they break
ashore, reflects the instant I awake —
a moment of reprieve, when every snake
I realize is fantasy or fake;
when life’s a bowl of cherries. Piece of
cake.
(There
must have been some terrible mistake . . .)
And then the crash. The undertow. The ache.
"The Dawning" by Catherine Chandler. First published in Angle Poetry Journal, Issue #1, 2012, as part of "Two Poems of the Sea".
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