From the Undertow
A woman pulls herself from the undertow,
half blinded by the sun, for she has struggled
a long time against this kind of drowning,
learned to float, respect the waves without enmity
or fear, learned to empty herself when ocean
rumbles beneath a vacant sky, learned to trust
her hands while singers gather on the beach,
voices weaving among shells and rocks
as she sits on the shore counting each breath,
every one her own miracle of mercy and grace.
Steve Klepetar has cancelled his trip to Canada because they won’t let him buy Nova Scotia.