Almost Ashore

By Gerald Vizenor b. 1934 Gerald Vizenor
winter sea
over my shoes
and bright
round stones
at san gregorio

every wave
turns a season
forests adrift
empty shells
memory of fire
so faraway
in the mountains
and canyons

silent pools
raise my faces
by early tide
slight my hand
almost ashore

light breaks
over the plovers
certain steps
my traces
blood, bone, stone
turn natural
and heavy waves
rush the sand

Gerald Vizenor, “Almost Ashore” from Almost Ashore. Copyright © 2006 by Gerald Vizenor. Reprinted by permission of Salt Publishing.

Source: Almost Ashore (Salt Publishing, 2006)


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Poet Gerald Vizenor b. 1934

POET’S REGION U.S., Southwestern

Subjects Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals, Seas, Rivers, & Streams

Poetic Terms Free Verse