With Both Our Terms Intact


The bay is a memory

Whose time is always now

Glowing greenish blue

Before rocks and sand

Slow in its inland intrusion

Into small beach towns

Where I fish the unknown

Green line on a stick

Taste familiar cotton candy

Watch taffy pulled

Eat bread shaped

Like a rock.

I refuse to let the bay go

Even as I shelter

Myself from storms the bay brings

To my doorstep, mat, and mailbox.

I hear it pelting my shingles

Tapping at my dirty windows.

I don’t invite it in

Deciding to meet the wind

On its own terms; outside

Where it washes my old desires

Causing a yearn

From the skin to the inside

Filling me full of myths

The disbelief that shapes me

Stemming from a past

Lingering in the present

A linear fishing line

Dangling into the dark of the bay

And like you all

I decorate inside my basement

With old trophies, shoes,

Broken odds and ends,

Defunct tools of communication

My only glimpse of the beach town

Is through a window, distorted

A mirror of handed-down stories

That I scribble into sense, inside

The cracks of concrete walls

Trapped and freed

By the bay’s storm, I eat

The rest of the bread

Cotton candy and taffy.

Attempting to turn my water

Into a sweet reddish cherry drink

Held together by impenetrable

Veins, vessels, and arteries adhered

To bones the shape of rocks

Other towns dot the shoreline

With bays attached

21 Comments on “With Both Our Terms Intact

  1. I loved “I don’t invite it in / Deciding to meet the wind / On its own terms”. Beautiful.


  2. Wonderful detail. Made me feel like I was there, which poems don’t often do. I love the shingles and the rain. Thanks for sharing!


  3. I miss the coast so much and this made the longing even stronger. Gorgeous.


  4. Beautiful story. One thing I find particularly great is your use of all senses, really draws me deeply in to the poem. Thank you very much 🙂


  5. I’ve never actually been to the bay, but after reading this, I feel like I can picture it perfectly

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  6. Gorgeous interpretation of one’s relationship to their surroundings. We seldom stop to appreciate something so consequential as a body of water and its effects on our lives. Thanks for making a Floridian stop and think about his Peninsular life!


  7. Elegantly expressed. I too lived by a beach and this revived memories. Your power of atmospheric expression evokes enduring images.


  8. Your images evoke my beach memories – some of the best of childhood. I’ve never stopped going there. Beautifully written,


  9. so evocative. your mind plays with words, drops them on the page and leaves the readers caught, spellbound. fabulous writing! cheers, Debi


  10. So Beautiful ! I could actually picture all of the things in my head. Makes me want to live there!


  11. What a poetic description of nostalgic memories forever alive in the recess of our minds! I enjoyed the read. 🙂

    His love in my heart for all! thia/Basilia


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