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By James Brown

You yearn so much
you could be a yacht.
Your mind has already
set sail. It takes a few days
to arrive


at island pace,
but soon you are barefoot
on the sand,
the slim waves testing
your feet


like health professionals.
You toe shells, sea glass, and odd things
that have drifted for years
and finally
washed up here.


You drop your towel
and step out of
your togs, ungainly,
first
your right foot, then


the other
stepping down
the sand
to stand
in the water.


There is no discernible
difference
in temperature.
You breaststroke in
the lazy blue.


A guy passing in a rowboat
says, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
And it is. Your body
afloat in salt
as if cured.


Source: Poetry (February 2018)

  • Living
  • Nature

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James Brown
James Brown’s latest collection is Floods Another Chamber (Victoria University Press, 2017). He works and writes in Wellington. See More By This Poet

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