Above the azure inlet of the sea,
the path was steep, carved out between
the thistles, thorns, and wind-blown rock.
 
He left her at the top to find a sheltered place
they wouldn't be seen descending to the shore.
She waited, fully clothed there,
till, looking down, she saw his gleaming skin
and upturned face above the churning deep,
as if he'd changed from man to seal
and loved this transformation.
 
She shed her clothes and picked her way
as far down as she could on tender feet—
then took a leap of faith, exchanging rock
for empty air, a rush of cold and bubbles
in her hair. Her toes touched seaweed
as she swam toward her selkie mate.
 
Two naked, slippery people,
seventy and sixty-five,
feeling so alive and filled with joy,
treading water side by side in the extra-salty,
turquoise blue Aegean Sea, rich in iodine,
they'd heard, with the power to heal
all kinds of wounds.
 
They tasted salt and kissed,
two shipwrecked sailors
who'd managed to survive.

From The Bus to Appolonia, forthcoming from Blue Light Press 
and co-winner of the 2020 Blue Light Press Poetry Prize.
Used here with permission.