A Lifeguard Squints to read

a poem about waiting for weightlessness to heal grief

photo by Alejandro ezquerro at Unsplash

A Lifeguard Squints to Read

Another grey day breaks against the coast. Shadowed seals
bark as slips of white foam sink into the sand.
The ache of hauling driftwood, in full view of the forest,
fills my lungs like a fog. The beach, empty of conversation, runs north, returns south like a dog sure of the direction of gulls.