portion of the artwork for Iris Litt's poem

Two Songs of the Sea
Christopher Kuhl


On the beach
birds wing, crisscrossing the shore:
the tide is rolling in, dizzying
in its power:

                                          even the sea

has shadows.


Edisto Beach. Sea and sky
fuse until I don’t know
where I am: at the edge
of the world? At the edge
of time? We swim in the waves;

when you surface, I lick
the sea and salt from your wrist,
and in that single vertiginous moment
fall back into the waters, in love.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 52 | Fall/Winter 2018