Two Poems and a Poem: Ritual 1, Day 17

 Two Poems:

“November Eyes” by Richard Blanco

“On the Piazza” by Barbara Kingsolver

A Poem:

Here

by ljkemp

Here I am

toes in the sand

sun on my shoulders

breeze through my loose tendrils

saline washes my sinuses 

and my sorrows; here there 

is always promise

an untouched island in the 

churning human torrent

my gaze fixed ahead

to the vast and seemingly 

infinite deep blue

here I question everyone,

everything, even the sun

not with heartache

with inquiry and possibility

with lowered shoulders 

and raised chin

warm with golden glow

here there is promise.

Italics: The first italicized line is from the Kingsolver poem, the second is from the Blanco poem.