The way that he mistakes me
Forgets me in the tide
Then moves me fresh and floating
Kicking fast along my side
Out we go so far until he stops and turns for me
(Excited that my fear will elevate his gaiety)
But, unknowing of the moment
In the swim within the rip
When the bosom’s bend upon the ribs
Began my sweet descent
I am nowhere he will find me
I am king of him at once
I’m the capping of the waves
I’m the pulsing of the conch
He locks his eyes upon the shore
And lessens in the sea- his shadow moves in awkward ways
Above and gone to me
Laura Field is currently an editor and technical writer. She received her MA in English Literature and spent many years teaching in the local public school system. She lives in Alabama with her two boys at the foothills of the Appalachians.