meet me at the quay. I have just a small bag—
don’t be disappointed. We don’t even know
if we can dance this dance.
Stop at the shop, buy apples, brown bread,
good butter, better coffee. I know you
already have the wine, brought over
from your earlier trip to Barcelona.
I will be wearing a blouse—
the lightest pink of your imagination.
My hair will be damp, face flushed
from anticipation and the crested sea.
Hold me as if I were your lifesaver.
The strength of your arms will write whether
I leave on the next tide, whether the ghosts
of morning breezes ensure we survive.
Tobi Cogswell is a four-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee. Her sixth and latest chapbook is “Lapses & Absences”, (Blue Horse Press). Her seventh chapbook, “The Coincidence of Castles”, is forthcoming from Glass Lyre Press. She is the co-editor of San Pedro River Review (www.sprreview.com).
Tobi,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this poem. And surprisingly, I'd just ordered your book. Love keep you in sight.
Best,
Mary Jo Balistreri