Poem
SARGASSUM
(Denial) Punta Cana
Your ears are not so filled
with crashing waves or the merengue
the girl behind the beach-front bar
sings along to in Spanish
as to not hear my prayers
You're like the colourful fish
swimming teasingly
within arms' reach as we snorkel
yet completely untouchable
You're like the trees
filled with cattle heron just beyond
the resort’s boundary fence
May the invisible wall my devotion
faces be like the immense
reddish-brown barrier of wave-tossed
sargassum between beach & ocean
we easily step across
Cover image by Braden Collum.
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