Bring me here, darling,
the day I die.
Let’s hope the seals
bob curiously at our folly
and the black cap gulls
make us laugh along with them.
Let’s manifest giant waves —
the kind little boys scream into —
and a full moon that plays
hide and seek
with the setting sun
behind billowed clouds
and tall green grasses.
We can celebrate whale spouts
and whale tails
and the fine thin lines
of birds come back —
that life goes on
and a moment of joy
can last forever, here,
a laugh, a dance, and love
worn smooth with time.
We’ll hope for a cold spring day
you and me alone on the dunes
and that one final breathtaking breeze
to push me forward into oblivion.
Photo (Race Point Beach, Cape Cod) and Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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