{"id":2822,"date":"2022-11-29T19:28:48","date_gmt":"2022-11-29T23:28:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/?page_id=2822"},"modified":"2022-11-29T19:28:48","modified_gmt":"2022-11-29T23:28:48","slug":"sea","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/poetry-archive\/sea\/","title":{"rendered":"Sea"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_2998\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2998\" class=\"wp-image-2998 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/11\/Damic-where_we_go-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"Seashore with signposts \" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/11\/Damic-where_we_go-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/11\/Damic-where_we_go-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/11\/Damic-where_we_go-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/11\/Damic-where_we_go.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-2998\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Where We Go by Andrea Damic<\/p><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1>Sea<\/h1>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Kevin Griffin<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Tell the sea what you\u2019re going to do: walk<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">out to where your toes can no longer skim<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the rippled sand-bottom. Then fall, supine,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to float in abeyance on crest and trough,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">past the rip currents, beyond the lifeguards.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And now, ears under water, you hear all<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">that swims beneath while, eyes above, you see<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">light at the point of refraction, sky blue<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and white light bending into another<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">medium that holds you so soft and still<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">until, after minutes, hours, years, decades,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when you\u2019ve attracted no one\u2019s attention,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">you raise both arms. You arc, prone, towards shore,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and you\u2019re so dead, so alive, that you lie:<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">you\u2019ll never again turn your back on the sea.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Kevin Griffin <\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">is an English and Creative Writing teacher at Detroit Catholic Central High School. He lives in Plymouth, Michigan, with his wife and sons. His first chapbook, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Line and Hook<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, was published by the Michigan Writers Cooperative Press. His poetry has appeared in <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The Broad River Review<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Up North Lit<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sheepshead Review<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Common Ground Review<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The MacGuffin<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Sand Hills Literary Magazine<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, among other publications. He is currently at work on his second collection.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><b>Andrea Damic<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> is an amateur photographer and author of micro fiction, flash fiction and poetry. She lives in Sydney, Australia. She has always loved capturing moments in life, from objects and nature to people and their interactions. Her photographs have been published or are forthcoming in Fusion Art\u2019s Exhibitions, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Door Is A Jar Magazine<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Rejection Letters<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The Piker Press<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Spillwords<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> and <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Verum Literary Press<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. Her words have been published or are forthcoming in <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">50-Word Stories<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Paragraph Planet<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The Dribble Drabble Review<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">50 Give or Take<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> (Vine Leaves Press) Anthology, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The Piker Press<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The Centifictionist<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Spillwords<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> and elsewhere. You can find her on<\/span><a href=\"https:\/\/linktr.ee\/damicandrea\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> https:\/\/linktr.ee\/damicandrea<\/span><\/a><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> and Twitter @DamicAndrea.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Sea Kevin Griffin &nbsp; Tell the sea what you\u2019re going to do: walk out to where your toes can no longer skim the rippled sand-bottom. Then fall, supine, to <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/poetry-archive\/sea\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3321,"featured_media":0,"parent":1261,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2822"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3321"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2822"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2822\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3200,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2822\/revisions\/3200"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2822"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}