Higher Ground (Poem)

Higher Ground

Your eyes snap, shuttering
the tremor behind
your lids,

the scene exactly
as you will always remember
it, your mouth

accepting the salted water,
your throat gritty
now, coarser,

you going out and coming
in so naturally,
push-and-pull,

and you dreaming this
is you,

in your too-thin blue chemise,
the other animals
long before

gaining the higher ground.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
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This is my response to today's photo prompt at Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales. Go here to see the photo by TheFoxAndTheRaven, read others' poems or flash fiction pieces, or drop the link to your own contribution.