Sea Salt

 

Salt-laden air seeps

          through screens

suffuses its briny self.

Clean salt scent

clusters in crystals,

            collects on pineapple palm,

                       sea grape and dune daisy.

 

Spreads along pond’s edge,

          clings on heron’s downy feathers

                    and snake’s slick skin.

Some say salt

improves the taste of things,

and spawns life’s

beginnings—

 

I say it makes its mark,

as I inhale sea’s offering of salt.

 

Lorraine Walker Williams

 

About the poem: Opening the door to the porch one morning, I could smell the sea, a scent I have always loved. I began to write in my journal immediately. This is the seventh edited version of the poem.