... at the far end of my mother's clothesline / over a field of ocean grass ... my island of the blue dolphins ... I lie down in warm sun / disappear
Image: Jamie Heiden
Reminds me of being a kid in Minnesota--lying down in the tall prairie grass to peek up into blue sky and watch the dragonflies land on the waving tips heavy with seed. Loved this. :)
Did you read, Island of the Blue Dolphins, when you were young, or see the movie? I was smitten by the story, based on a real person's life. I spent a lot of time then on my own island. :)
Reminds me of being a kid in Minnesota--lying down in the tall prairie grass to peek up into blue sky and watch the dragonflies land on the waving tips heavy with seed. Loved this. :)
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DeleteDid you read, Island of the Blue Dolphins, when you were young, or see the movie? I was smitten by the story, based on a real person's life. I spent a lot of time then on my own island. :)
Beautiful. The sea follows us in our saline bloodstreams --same salt concentration-- and into our memories. I can hear it in the wind.
ReplyDeleteYour thoughtful response feels like an additional part of the poem, a beautiful call and response ... thank you so much, Geo.
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