Savouring – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: The Hardy Inlet, Augusta.

“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.” Jacques Cousteau


The water slowly, gently,
washes over my feet,
more of a splish than splash
from the lazy tide departing
the quiet of the inlet for the sea,
its bubbles and froth blinking
in the sun, then becoming one 
with the sands of time,
eventually I wandered home,
not washing, but rather, 
savouring the sticky, salty
feeling, and the smell of the
sea on my skin.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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