Amy Cuneo

Cold water is a therapy now

The maskless sea

still slick free

wintering the weed, and grief and me.

Glitter therapy

mending, salting

upside downing

undeserved and shaking lips

unform around prayer

but weave worship

up shorelines

tan threshold slide wide

I rise from ocean

large now

dressed in million shinings

this glistening beast

charged with beauty.