Watching the Breakers

                                -- after Winslow Homer

from Fragments of Light

Salt spray spatters
my face, and I scramble
farther up the rocks,
away from the changing tide.
Gray clouds tumble into the churning
water – black then tossing white.
Margaret holds to the water,
follows it back and forth
back and forth –
a little closer each time,
skirt hem damp
bare legs crusted with salt
yellow hair escapes
from tugging scarf.

I holler over wind and surf
but she doesn’t hear. Once,
she glanced up and I motioned
her in. She turned from me
from the shore,
opened her arms
embraced the sea.

 Smerwick Harbor, Dingle, Co Kerry, Ireland. March twilight.

Smerwick Harbor, Dingle, Co Kerry, Ireland. March twilight.