"Terra firma"
you whispered, as our sailboat came to earth
sails flapping wildly as the hull scraped the beach,
and my skirt was drenched with salty spray.
But the sand bucked, wildly,
and you couldn't make it stop.
Our bodies pleasantly unsure which way was up.
So, laughing till our stomachs ached, we clung
to each other and gave in,
sank to our knees.
The sand, like flesh,
the salt in our lashes and sun in our eyes,
seawater running down our backs.
And we lay there in the bleaching sun
too heavy with gratitude to move.
