Sadie Gugliotta

Maine

Sadie Gugliotta

O Maine, air tufted with ocean salt,

sand teeming with briny red lobsters that glisten 

under the hard New England sun.

Don’t you know that people outgrow something

so good? You’re too comfortable, too kind. Whenever I look

to leave myself behind, to bury my ghosts

under your undulating tides, you 

curl my pearled palms within your own,

press shellfish to my opalescent lips and croon

everything will be okay,

soon. And then, 

again, I find myself,

beached but 

unbroken 

on your shores, returned to my body:

repaired,

reborn.

Author's Note: I love writing because it allows me to discover new facets of myself and the world around me.