Epithalamion on Fire Island

Having watched the gulls gather and fly off
Over a sea as wrinkled as old cloth

Having opened the lid and tipped the sudden air
Having pushed and plunged with your dolphin parents there

Having spent a spring on an hour of earth
keeping a level eye with the eye of the worm

Having wandered to the heart of the wind and heard it talk
the way a candle makes you want to talk

Having made something out of something you have broken
Having felt happiness explode and double,

What is beauty other than what we love
Floating the heart, unanchored, rising and falling

The burn of salt, the hole inside the weather
The shape of water hiding in the water

Performing miracles of light and space
And holding your hand and running into the waves

Cally Conan-Davies

Cally Conan-Davies

Cally Conan-Davies is a writer who lives by the sea.
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Cally Conan-Davies is a writer who lives by the sea.