Communion on Stockton Island by Jeanie Tomasko

Communion on Stockton Island
by
Jeanie Tomasko

But this we know,
before we left our clothes behind
and ran to meet the water,
the blueberries we found
growing wild in the dunes
and ate one by one
like sweet, small kisses,
turned into wine.

This poem first appeared in the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets’ quarterly Museletter.
Used here with the author’s permission.

Jeanie Tomasko is a writer and artist enjoying retirement after a long nursing career. When she is not being visited by imaginary foxes, she can be found throwing balls to her dog. Her latest chapbook, The Beginning of the Account of the Reading Fox in the Night, was published in 2024 by Bottlecap Press. Jeannie and her husband divide their time between Southern Wisconsin and a cabin in Northern Wisconsin in a county with no stoplights. See more of her books and learn more about Jeanie at www.JeanieTomasko.com.

gregory:
My mind is filled this morning with this beautiful image...Thanks Jeanie
Posted 08/02/2010 11:22 AM

Buckner14:
So succinct yet so pointed--marvelous images. Sally Buckner
Posted 08/02/2010 08:30 AM

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