Grandmother

Upon her bedroom wall she wades
Serene in Homers blue waters
Past the dormant white hulls at dry dock,
She smiles
Before autumn’s sienna strokes of the harbor flats
She feels the tides’ hands bathe her.

From beneath her comforter
She watches bronzed fingers mend worn nets
Her nose chilled sweetly from memory
Herring gulls call above her
Painted buoys dance on wave tops

And she wades..and she wades upon the wall
each day in the blue waters of Homer.

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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