Healing Poems 305


Great Island, Harpswell, Maine

Clear windy day and
the ocean’s waters rush ahead

In the distance off the low islands
the white splash of waves.
The clouds,

huge white puffs, stationary
in the bluest
air, seem unreal,

as if imported
and tacked up
by some grand producer.

Oh, the blue
we live in, bright sky
blue, glossy silvery

ocean blue—the blue
we’re permitted:
our essential bed,

our daily blanket—
it’s our home, this life in,
through and around

blue—by plan or chance,
by any account
a wonder, a miracle,

day like today,
the water busy,
noisy and constant

as if no amount of praise
were enough
for our blue, brilliant world.

~ Elizabeth Poliner

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