“Wild Thoughts at the Beach” read by Emma-Jane Peterson.
Wild Thoughts at the Beach
by Emma-Jane Peterson
I’ll imagine my feet might slither on rocks,
Like the snake I once held at the zoo.
But in truth, I’m still safe, my sneakers grip hard,
With God, I tame fear — you can too.
I’ll imagine this wild wind is too blustery,
Like Grandpa, when he seems a bit cross.
But in truth, I won’t blow over, I’m certain,
Both my legs feel as strong as an ox.
I’ll imagine noisy waves crashing into me,
Like a plate clattering onto stone tiles.
But in truth, the ocean skips as though dancing,
I hear splish-splashing songs for miles.
I’ll imagine the light-house bulb flickers, then fails,
Like the blackout that made me afraid.
But in truth, it beams through fog, a bright beacon,
Like Jesus — to whom I have prayed.
About the Poet
Emma-Jane Peterson writes for magazines in the US and the UK, where she lives. Her poems are published in BoomerLitMag, The Ekphrastic Review, Metphrastics, Penstricken, Black Nore Review, and The Amazine, among others. She is the co-author of a book of children’s Bible stories (Parragon, 2000).
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