Tuesday, December 29, 2015


Cry into the sea
Breathe out sky
Take stock of time
de-canting through
a liquid hourglass.

Remember the sound
of sea as it rushes
the feel of skin
as it prickles to wind

or the way turquoise water
turns clear in the cup
of your hands as you stand
alone and unreachable -

horizon paper thin.

-Debbie Calverley

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