Katrina Kaye
I am elegant
in surf:
a better
swimmer than
most land
bound creatures,
resistant to
regain straight
legged pose.
You can tell
by the arch
of my back
I can keep afloat
after the moon
rips her tides.
I thought
letting body
simmer to
surface
was the only
way to
feel grace
until my waves
met your shore.
I do not grip
to your coast
because I think
I will drown.
I hold on
because I
can’t bear
to let you go.
“Coastline” is previously published in Otherwise Engaged (2022).
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