Smithereens Press Chapbooks The Sea Path by Ciarán O'Rourke | Page 14

Sea Stones
Why try trace
a footprint in the breeze
this way, an echo
furled in dust and air?
The broken shore
was ours alone,
leaning in
to one another
as the water whispered
and the starlight fell.
~
Fresh from the sea,
cicadas singing
in our heads,
we surveyed the kingdom
we had climbed away