The Catch Poem by Susan Lacovara

I wake to wait for the anchor of your hello
An urgency for breath to begin
A patience needing mouth to mouth revival
Of another day wading within your words
The sea carries you out
And back
While I am landlocked in my longing
To meet you dockside
Taste the salt on your lips
Fall, like a flapping fish
Into the net of your embrace
Your cheeks tanned by too many hours
Adrift on the swells offshore
You hands firm from a hard day's haul
I catch myself staring at the surf in your eyes
Wanting to ride the waves