Traveling
On
The
ferry takes a straight line
Over
there. We sit watching
Home
shrink to nothing while
The
sea air sticks to our skin.
The
horn blows, memories fly
On
backs of sea gulls crying.
A
new port, people
Watch
as we dock, strangers now
People
stare—it is allowed now—
We
are newcomers, and must start over.
Lost
in streets unfamiliar wandering
Dog
sniff us and growl.
Our
scent is a faraway taste.
Asking
directions, we are taken in by
Charity,
and her children play with our backpacks.
Catherine Coundjeris
A former
elementary school teacher, Catherine has also taught writing at Emerson College
and ESL writing at Urban College in Boston. She is published in Peeking Cat
Literary Magazine, Crossways Online Journal, Mused Bella Online Journal Metfore
Magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, 34th Parallel Magazine, and Borrowed
Solace. Currently she is living with her family in Frederick and she is
working on a YA novel. Catherine volunteers as an ESL Coordinator with the
Literacy Council of Frederick County and she is very passionate about adult
literacy.
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