Climbing into Blue
Once, while sitting high among dunes
on a lonely stretch of unnamed sand,
she fell asleep despite relentless roar.
Atlantic winds pulled and twisted
long strands of hair, pummeled
her bones with metrical blows.
Soon, bellows of crashing waves
circled back to a small Iowa grove
bound by cordoned green fields.
Here, in this isolated belt of trees,
she climbed high into the blue,
shouted back at the roaring wind.
Later, she awoke, surprised to be
sitting at ease on the edge of a sea,
the scent of pine on her hands.