With eyes closed,

the perfumed air

the sand beneath my feet

the salt on my lips

and the ill-belayed halyard

tell me where I am.


19 thoughts on “Respite

  1. Do you know how I knew you know exactly what you’re talking about? That “ill-belayed halyard.” That raises your words into the realm of particularity: which is to say, poetry. And it put me right there with you.

    • It was a real joy to read your comment this morning Linda. Really. What a pleasure to know that we could occupy that same space, using words as the common denominator. Thank you. D

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