past wells

a tide that swells

in pools where urchins

wield their quills

and my tentative toes

swirl the chill

where sea foam bleeds

~

salt spray seethes

wind whispers pretend

about trust

and a new attempt

as sea pens scribe

a contract

and dolphins swim

in contact

with a life breath

that draws them in

~

and i call for you

at times

to steady the miles

that break beneath my feet

wary that love

will again retreat

a thousand miles

on a blue gray sea

~

© M.G. Iannucci 2019