Rhian Gallagher
Horizon
I crouch among driftwood, finger-reading
one piece and then another - furrow
expanse, complex as a brow.
In the wet beneath sand hoppers
jump and burrow like a gang, a single pulse.
Idling the wood in my hand, deciding
what to pack and what to leave
I step among tide wash - broken shells,
matted seagrass, and kelp. The storm is over.
The wind gentles. Fronds of nikau palm unroll.
All day on the floor of her room
amid black bags, one blue shirt
lifted from the pile - that shade
along the sleeves as if I could see her.
The way I can see her now, lifting her head
looking out to sea as if it were a chapel.
That blue that fits
the Pacific to the sky. The way I am here
stopped by a line she has crossed. Alone.
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