A Minor Explorer

A Minor Explorer

A Poem by Heather Hooper

When the day is not yet light and the slow

desperate rise and fall of the ships in harbor

can be seen by passersby, I think of the girl

whose clouded eyes once searched

for some thin line in the distance,

still undiscovered.

 

The same child who would put on her mother’s

flowered dresses, her father’s worn boots

and dive for pearls to string around her small, pale neck.

 

Mother would say,

            “Slow down or be lost at sea.”

She said,

            “ The waters will not dry up over night

            leaving the great whales land locked

            and the salt so thick you can shovel it.”

          

“Take the earth into your hands,

press the leaves to your palms,

and dig your toes into the sand.

These are the things you will remember

and these are the things that will bring you home.”

                        

© 2014 Heather Hooper


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"Take the earth into your hands,

press the leaves to your palms,

and dig your toes into the sand.

These are the things you will remember"-great words!


Posted 9 Years Ago


Elegantly crafted and looking forwar to read more of your work!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow .. beautiful poem .. I like the last verse very much ;)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 25, 2014
Last Updated on June 27, 2014
Tags: Water, Ocean, growing up, womanhood

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Heather Hooper
Heather Hooper

Ocala, FL



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Graduate of Southern Illinois University with a degree in creative writing with a emphasis in poetry. I have been published in Grassroots Literary Journal, Four and Twenty Online Journal and have rece.. more..

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