Janna King
Follow the path through rosehip bushes,
watch the sun descend behind the rocks.
Waves lap against the shore,
drawing you nearer.
The Sound is quiet once more,
free from afternoon boaters.
Gulls fly to shelter.
Stars slowly surface;
find Orion’s gleaming belt
among the display.
Wade in.
Let the ocean swallow you,
blur your eyes
and block your ears.
Submerged in the quiet,
ascending to break the surface,
be released into the piercing clarity
of the night.