Ocean Point

These rocks
in the late-day sun,
mica-marbled,
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's poetry won a top prize in the 2010 Writer’s Digest Annual Poetry Competition. Her books, The Christmas Village and its sequel,…

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Issue 21 · October 2014

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