It’s All Relative
The Icelandic guide shouts directions:
“Don't turn your back; you'll be swallowed by the sea.”
“Don’t slip
on the wet black sand.”
“See the cave under the tower of rocks?
Do not enter.”
Why did I believe caution
would placate a slip
into the sea
crashing at my feet.
watch a video.
My grandchild leans
against a pine,
her jet black hair
tied in green.
I can do a backward flip.
One pink rose on her shirt
climbs, dances in
the sky,
shrinks to nothing.
On the path above,
dark silhouettes
on the edge
of a cloud steal
time
disappear.
Mare Leonard lives and works in the Hudson Valley where
she is an Associate of the Institute for Writing and Thinking and the MAT
programs at Bard College. She has published five chapbooks of poetry and the latest at Finishing Line Press in
2018. ShRecently she has published poems at Ariel Chart, Terror House, and
Communicators League She has a full
length poetry book out for consideration
and is writing new poems of
resistance.
enjoyed the work but the title could have been more imaginative. s. soren
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