Cymopoleia

I watched you, my daughter.

My daughter of the water.

Jumping the foam
                            as it pounded
              and roamed.

Squealing like gulls as
                                          you stooped
                                                        and swooped.
So safe in your body with its
                            strength,
              with grace.

And that look on your face,
              of salt              and sunshine             and sureness.

The waves will bend to your command.
The clouds will part, the earth will spin.
Because you breathe,
              because you laugh,
                            because you dream.

About the author
Katrina is a poet from Tauranga. She is interested in the space between hope and reality. She has previously been published in Blackmail Press, The Poetry NZ Yearbook, and Takahē Magazine.