Return

Summer days call me back to you
from out the dry valley

an inner current draws me close

like the moon whose ebb and flow tides
span low and high

I return once more to ease
in your shimmering coolness

to breathe your salty air

long ago – how can I forget? –
long ago, Great Ocean,

we were intimate friends

you were fury and force – ominous –
yet so lovely in blue

with silvery dolphins in your hair

feeling your far-reaching benevolence
I return again and again

again and again
to your sandy shores.

~ Viktoria Vidali

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