The First Ocean
I go every day to the ocean now,
sword in hand, or a finely-cut branch.
I can stand in its midst,
utter a war cry to the bleak rush.
Author: Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass., U.S.A.
Her poetry has appeared or has been accepted to The Cafe Review, Pudding, The Offering, Astropoetica, Star*Line, Illumen, and more.
She is a former board member of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac! and produces the Edgar Allan Poe Show, dedicated to Poe's presence in Lowell.
She has recently published a second poetry book, Dear Deepest Ghost, available through Amazon.
The cosmos of the cat
They come to me, all,
but more, I come to them.
What do we exchange
if not knowing.
