Baptism by Salt

Posted: December 14, 2010 in My Poetry
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Salt Air
When I was young and very small,
we drove to the lake
in a pale yellow Plymouth.

White salt beaches led down to water;
strange insects on its surface.

We waded and swam
in gritty, stinking water.
Clothes dried stiff with salty residue.
It caked skin, white and painful;
tiny shards of glass,
greedy for the moisture of my body.

Eternally stunted by that immersion,
I’m the same child today:
towheaded, dependent,
scared of everything –

As if I walked into a time warp,
my mental development stopped that day,
on the beach where The Salt Air stood.

As ill-equipped as a four year old
to deal with my world.

  1. bex says:

    hope you don’t mind the comment.

    excellent blog – i look forward to exploring it.
    this piece was a great read.

  2. Thanks for stopping by, Mark. Love & blessings to you as well.

  3. markbyrd says:

    May GOD Continue to bless you !!!Love ,mark

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