Autumn Sky Poetry . . . Number 20 . . .

To Love Like That

     by Lucie M. Winborne

At the shore

two birds were locked

in love

or mortal combat

When the child between my knees

demanded why they danced

As if she knew the current

carrying them

was not the wind from which

she sheltered,

And I saw for a moment

the unspent span that lay

before her

like the sand our toes

had not yet touched

Until a wave, breaking,

heaved up a shell

which I held to her ear, saying


For she might as well have asked me

why the sea is salt

as to define a force

like the tide that hurled

this empty life-house to her feet,

pink and broken,

its owner long eaten

or simply outgrown

like the self she will shed

when the swell overtakes her —

God willing she should love like that.


Lucie M. Winborne works as an administrative assistant with the engineering firm of CH2M HILL in central Florida. Occasionally she writes.


© 2011 Lucie M. Winborne