Friday, March 1, 2013

On Becoming Us

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Swirling upon surfaces of sea-sounds,
we moved beyond subtlety,

single pearls of rain caught in chaotic whirlpools,
descending beneath surging tides.

You grasped my hand.

Within our silence,
we flowed into creation -

two separate grains of sand, searching wildly for shore…