written by: Ali Blevins
I choose to swim in the morning
while sleep still clings to the corners
and the sun is waking too –
blinking over the horizon
to the cold sand.
A necklace of lacy detritus
marks the turning of the tide’
and a piece of blue pottery –
worn smooth by the sea. Its story already written.
I shall write mine today.
It will begin,
‘Once upon a time she dived into the ocean…’
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