Quay the Swell MAG

By Sharron Reyes, Jacksonville, FL

I lay my body
across the white of the catamaran, and
look at the dead space between us spread out
like the Pacific between Okinawa and Cali.
I close my eyes for a moment, hearing our
children douse themselves in the
aqueous salt of the sea.

We’ve been clashing tides lately,
coming together only under the toes
of our children. I pull high
waves out of the small drop-offs,
demanding them to dive or swim
sideways, while you let them drift
gently in your own current. We are
like the approaching squall I see
brooding dark across the ocean.

I dive my hand in the torrent of
your hair to tell you.
But you have already seen it.
“It’s heading west. It’s all right.”

For a moment, I protest,
until I see you close your eyes again.
Your face nuzzles into your elbow,
and you drift in that peaceful current
I am used to seeing; suddenly, I feel a
warm wind easing the storm away.

Similar Articles


This article has 5 comments.

shelenie said...
on Jan. 25 2009 at 12:13 am
what alrighty then are you a mom im guessing you are but alrighty then

on Nov. 19 2008 at 6:31 pm
Beautiful work. I love how you used a sort of Asian thing here. I feel like the first person is Asian, making their children succeed, and the other view is American. Coming from a Chinese mom and an Italian dad, I know the differences in parenting by ethnicity.

writeITout said...
on Nov. 13 2008 at 11:05 pm
Very nice, really plays with emotions

tweedle dee said...
on Nov. 13 2008 at 1:12 pm
yah, liked the metaphors alot, i love the... well i dont know what it was in particular i just loved it!

on Aug. 22 2008 at 5:35 pm
Wow, the metaphors in this make is sound really amazing.

It's very unique.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!