I have come through
high snowy gullies
foraging for warmth
a pressing in my chest
set by an unfamiliar
altitude lifts as I descend
to walk barefoot
among broken shells
in washing waves.
A salty mist settles
against my skin,
even the air is saline.
A white-belly moon
reflects the expanding
ripples of skipped pebbles
for a brief moment
before a rolling swell
reels them under.
December 30, 2006
*title from Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich
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