Member Poem

 
It all comes together
What you have done and left undone
 
The rain roars
In from the northeast
Wind steals the breath right from your mouth.
 
Above, gulls
Play tag with dark crows
Darting in and out of thermal layers
 
In between
These two worlds you must
Choose to struggle or be at home
 
Where nothing
Matters now but this
Low winter sunlight and high wind
 
Flying clean
Through you as if you’d
Finally forgiven those who left you
 
Here, where the
Rolling waves scoop stone
Bone and shell into a polished finish.