Elemental by Grell V. Grant

Sightless, rain-

swept, the wind

arrives.  Unwanted

 

thinking stirs:  deep,

ripening beliefs emerge

from the sea, effortlessly

 

weaving between pointed

rocks, tugging at clouds, at half-

awakened water

 

birds, need barely surviving

wreckage.  The old

mind still dreams

 

of restoring

flesh.  Communion

becomes, love

 

or forgiveness

ebbs then swiftly

flows away

 

from us, evading the torn,

the weary, and darkness

touches heaven

 

and earth, swallows the blue

breath of desire’s

now drifting

 

body.  Ideas

bloom, invading the Cape

with a green

 

burst of waves,

a strong current

of shoreless after

 

thoughts.  Cliffs

brood above

the coast: erosion

 

seeps through

the dying sea

wall, and loss

 

settles

into the faded summer

of our hearts.

Grell V. Grant is a contributing editor of sunday @ 6 mag

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