Into the Blue
Flailing at his life, he swam out of it.
Sharks tore years from his body.
By the time he reached the place
where sea and sky compress to a line,
he was light enough to pass through it.
I still rinse salt from my skin.
When I stand on the beach,
the ocean moves away.
If you've any comments on
this poem, Nancy Gandhi would be pleased to hear from you.