And You the Ocean

As you churn and spatter on the rocks
between the woods and your vast self
you call, demand that I return
but I’m not yet ready.

In, the trees I’m at home
free from that Puritan fear
of being in, not out of the woods —
my salt blood an ocean within
to welcome your ancient pull.

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: Read other articles by Robert A..