Saturday, June 29, 2013


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Delicate currents entice my feet, my hands, 
bidding me to enter this tide unafraid, and I must;
its yearning for me is palpable
as I submerge within its slow swirl.

What shores it has visited, it will not, cannot say;
its clear blues and greens are hypnotic and deep
as we become one, alone but never lonely.

Floating gently, 
time seems to disappear, all gravity forsaken - 
buoyant, I sigh, hold my breath and swim to the bottom, 
touch this truth with innocent hands, 
recall a memory I had forgotten 
once inside a dream. 

It beckons, 
this warm, soothing, healing water.

I can only follow its flow.