I stand in the ocean in the rain,
the incoming tide laps my ankles
while the raindrops beat arhythmically
on my head. There is no moon,
only streetlights. Airplanes,
against velvet clouds, play the part
of stars. I reach down,
cup my hands, pour ocean water over
my head. Twice. A third time. Salt
and fresh water mix with my own tears.
I wash and renew myself to the chorus
of semi-truck and police siren,
of rain hitting pavement, puddles, ocean,
sand, leaves, rocks, flesh.
Catherine Fahey is a poet and librarian from Salem, Massachusetts. When she’s not reading and writing, she’s knitting or dancing. You can read more of her work at www.magpiepoems.com.