st. george

by Katherine

We drove to the island last Saturday –

the one in the gulf that is a must-see from hours around,

gently humming but far from crowded –

and offering plenty of quiet space for our

salty dips in that clear blue which

perfectly blurred into aqua shallows and

white sands.

The waves were a gentle sway

that felt like medicine and mercy

as the horizon vanished into the sky and

I caught sight of the dolphin dance

beyond the flock of pelicans, sharing the sea as

they took turns diving after their next meal.

Water had never made me feel ease like this –

but all there was to see and feel was

crystal, shimmering, cooling peace

for my sandpaper soul, deep-down

thirsty for sun and swimming

in the promise of God’s better, brighter love.