Ocean Point

These rocks
in the late-day sun,
ancient and smooth,
That rich seaweed smell
after yesterday’s storm,
Those children
poking at treasures
in the tide pool,
That lone sailboat
heading home,
This moment,
when the tide turns
and the wind
goes chill;
I should be
on my way,
but still,
I stay.

About the author

Melissa Ann Goodwin is a poet, writer, yoga teacher, and lover of books, nature, and cats. She has written two novels for children, The…

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Issue 21 · October 2014

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