Implanted
There was a break in the ocean
a split
taking it down to the sand
exposing rock and shell
coral
hardening in the air
dying if touched
The ocean wanted to feel the sun
burning below
the pain sharp and pointed
instead of languid inebriation
the incessant drunkenness of waves
even a crash is softened
It wanted to be stripped
down bare to the spine
where every rock tossed stays implanted
hearing the beat striking
the bottom
taking hold and digging in
leaving its mark
- Heather Browne 2018
Heather M. Browne is a faith-based psychotherapist, recently nominated for the Pushcart Award, published in the Orange Room, Boston Literary Review, Page & Spine, Eunoia Review, Poetry Quarterly, Red Fez, Electric Windmill, Apeiron, The Lake, Knot, mad swirl. Red Dashboard released her first collection, Directions of Folding.
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