Spindrift
Harpooning—the Undoubtable
Shot from your sea-swept eyes,
Frothing mouths—
Bobbing, billowing
On the world’s flood tide.
The spindrift of your good news—
Wholly flung Fervor and Hope
Of Kingdoms, triumphs, doles—
Oil for salt
And brine for wine.
Beyond liminal promises—
Unveiling the Blue
Of seas and skies.
Answers bask on shorelines—
The great and final Receding.
Once heard, once speared—
Caught.
The tissue thickens, binds
Fast-barnacled hooks
Of scarring Divine.
Marie Brian lives in Woodland Hills, Utah; is married to a bespectacled redhead; plays the guitar badly; suffers from nose-in-a-book syndrome; and wishes that her three children had British accents.
