Everyone thought we were a summer fling.
I was just 22, after all.
But I knew—
you would change my life forever.
I had always loved black cherry and hemlock trees,
deer, grouse, turtles, dirt.
And I had always loved
wooden pencil pressed into paper.
Thoughts tumbling. Watching, writing.
And I still do.
But they can’t compare to you:
your silver eyes,
your wavy hair,
your shimmering mackerel and
slow liquid squid.
The stars shine more brilliantly when
I’m with you.
Please don’t slip through my fingers and
I’ll fight for you, ocean,
my whole life.
© by Laura Purdie Salas.
Used with the author’s permission.