the scent of salt

deep in the belly of the thigh 

of the north american continent

on the wind

the scent of salt

across centuries 

arrives

here

2315 meters above the sea

I see the ocean 

through the contours of the lanscape

      and the sky

where a conch shell floats

perfectly shaped before desolving

into a wind driven whispy form

there's a swordfish too

approaching a whale with its tail upturned

and a swimmer

his right arm stretched back

pushing away the mountain ranges

feet kicking against the blue heavens

the seductive smell of salt

rides lightly on each gust

and slowly the earth's waters

darken into night

—Lorena Wolfman