Arrival
written by: Miruna Marin
The first thing I noticed
when we stepped off the train
were the seagulls.
Their melancholy calls
and pensive flight
above our heads.
Still in the breeze,
pinning time down.
Your hand,
an anchor in my palm,
said, don’t fly with them,
fly with me.
I didn’t even look at the sea
right away.
I didn’t need to.
I felt its breath,
so wild and free.
You tamed it and carried it
back to our striped towel,
a salty gift of sparkling droplets
on your skin.
There were shards of glass
and cigarette butts
buried deep in the sand,
but who cared,
we were flying,
with the sun in our eyes.
Officially, I'm a translator, but I've been writing, on and off, ever since I was a kid. I started with poems, experimented with short fiction and plays, took long breaks out of lack of courage and self-trust. I am now the mother of a two and a half year old daughter and I try to hang on to the thread of creativity whenever time allows it, writing flash fiction and micro fiction, personal essays, as well as poetry.
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