To A Child

Lauren Thomas

Bird song and seaweed in its
Dark green ribbons,

Evidence of storms that came
From deep inside the night

But here she patters in pools
And breeze blown ridges

Sea reflecting skim-stone sky above
Its curling arms of deep just out

Of reach. A quiet wild, held in sharp
Sting of salt. Patterns in the sand

Map the tidal pull and draw, the
White foam follows where she hops

From sturdy water-break to shore
Oystered in her blue-bone wilderness

Lauren Thomas is a teacher of English Literature. She likes writing vivid poems that deal with themes of passing time, memory, and the natural world. Lauren’s most recent work was published in The Daily Drunk Mag and The Crank Literary Magazine. Find her on Twitter (@laurenmywrites).