MEMA AND JACKIE WATCHING THE OCEAN AT 6 AM<\/p>\n
In Jackie\u2019s eyes was the corona
\nof the sea,
\nhidden shapes of the ocean\u2019s sleeping,
\nbefore the flight of pelicans swooping over.
\nJackie whispered to MeMa, his grandmother,
\nwhat he was seeing.
\nShe alluded to pirate treasure
\nin the sand.
\nJack confided later of great tsunamis
\nthe sea threw at the shore,
\ndrowning bluffs and mountains.<\/p>\n
This morning, light
\nwas no more than a flower,
\nso sheer it passed through stone,
\nand fell like candle wax.
\nHe and MeMa heard the wind
\ntalk to the ocean,
\nsurf carrying seashells up the sand,
\nconjoining shore and water.
\nHow long, since anyone
\nvisited this time of day
\nwhen the glowing enveloped waves?
\nMade breakers look like dolphins circling,
\nand the sea,
\nsounding an ancient calling
\nfrom its depths,
\nto MeMa and Jackie,
\nalive as they.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
MEMA AND JACKIE WATCHING THE OCEAN AT 6 AM In Jackie\u2019s eyes was the corona of the sea, hidden shapes of the ocean\u2019s sleeping, before…<\/p>\n