Hearing waves from a distance and
feeling sea breezes brush our faces,
it seemed a century before we
came to the ocean.
So blue and bright to our eyes
its rhythm broke chains of
Over cool sand we ran and you
picked three perfect shells which
fit inside each other.
Swimming away in that
moving expanse beyond kiss
of fine spray and splashes.
With clouds cumulus we drifted while
gulls circled the island. Together we
discovered beds of morning glories
climbing soft dunes.
About the contributor: Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Kind of A Hurricane Press Publications have accepted her work. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky and she has four Best of the Net nominations.