a wandering woman writes

Thursday, April 13, 2006


When I get to shore I want to take a good look around.
When I get to shore I want to sink my bare feet into the wet sand,
drill my way down to my ankles and calves
and watch the water rise around the edges of the foot-hole I've made.
When I get to shore I want to remember how it felt to be out here
never tiring but never seeing land, just a horizon that goes on forever.
I remember that last piece of land,
before I pushed off, fell asleep and
found myself floating effortlessly out here in the middle.

Preserving life with a jacket I can't see.

When I get to shore I'll stay close to the waves.
One quick tag and I'm gone again.

When I get to shore, I wonder.
Will it be the same shore?

my poem, not my photo...



  • I loved the picture you painted !! :)

    By Blogger woman wandering, at 8:14 PM  

  • "When I get to shore, I wonder.
    Will it be the same shore?"

    I really like this line because it implies that don't mind landing somewhere else!
    Confident, adventurous, brave...

    By Blogger cream, at 12:17 AM  

  • I'm behind on following my favorite bloggers, so a couple things --
    - Love your poem!
    - Loved the Elizabeth Bishop poem a couple posts below!
    - Can't wait to hear about your other travels...

    That's all for now... gotta get back to work (on Good Friday, even!) Hope you are feeling better soon. :)

    By Blogger Angie, at 5:19 PM  

  • Thank you, all 3 of you!

    Happy Easter!

    Angie, have the powers that be made a decision about your Spain trip?

    By Blogger wandering-woman, at 9:08 PM  

  • Great poem, and scary!
    Kudos to you for bravery and the willingness to travel shellless.
    (oooh, now that's a cool word)

    By Blogger Kate Winner, at 6:26 PM  

  • Do you have any idea how big my smile is right now?
    FREAKIN' 'UGE my friend.

    By Blogger Laura Young, at 1:31 AM  

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