Skip to content

The Sea — Again

February 11, 2006

BY RICHARD WILLIAMS

I was brought up in New England

by the shore

And many nights I think

of the fog and the mist
of the smell of the sea
of the sound of the waves

And I need to be free.

I remember the feel of sun-drying

salty wet skin

And the good ache of my back and hands

While rowing a dory on the water
of the cold spray upon me caused by
wet oars being wind-whipped
As they are drawn out for another stroke

And I know I must be free — again.

Advertisements
No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: