OPTIONAL POETRY

This morning seagulls called out whistle-bright above the frozen world, camellias under ice, clear dawning. Now it’s night, my bags are ready, nothing is left but to savor life,  packed down nicely, finally, and this dry cava, cold as a cave, clinquant on the tongue, like the ocean arriving, a secret revelation, so transient and divine   [HAPPY NEW YEAR! Optional Poetry is going on vacation, for the next week or so will be posting poems from the […]