Today’s poem was written by Sabrynne Buchholz. Sabrynne has taken to using poetry as a means of investigating and learning about the world she inhabits, and her work has been published in print and online nationally and internationally, appearing in the Greyrock Review, Bloom Magazine, Studio OUCH! Gazette, and others.
from the brine pool, where the water sits heavy with salt and
mussels line the edge and crabs perch up above,
the eye of a shrimp might see the bubbles from the core or the current
and looking up and out of the pool the reach from beyond
above the water so high up, the light filters in like a haze
gentle, soft, and oh so quiet
from the water’s edge and out of the deep, where the sand shifts slowly and
tide pools ripple and the breeze dips low to catch the cusp line between land and sea,
the eye of a turtle might see the froth of the ocean as the tide washes out
and looking ahead to a beckoning realm
where the world is endless and blue, the light catches on the fizz
glittering, buoyant, and welcoming home
from the gallery railing that encircles the lantern of a lighthouse, where the sky is closer and
horizon line is visible at the edge of the earth or as far as can be seen,
the eye of a gull might see the bobbing of boats and their crested wakes
and looking out at all the waves
through crisp and salted air, the light glides along the surf and the swell all the way to the shore
glowing, floating, and encouraging flight