Ocean Poetry: Jessi Schultz, Assistant Editor
The Great Blue Cat
Land dweller with big dreams, The blue facets are pathways to some unknown heaven. The ocean I can hear it now Mellow purring, like a tired old cat that I once knew Her footsteps were soft, But could bring downCastles of sand, Paw prints washed away on shore, Whiskers full of salty dew drops, Hiding truth like an opal’s Guiding Light, Refracted lighthouse cat on the water, RainbowMy vast Calico. I can hear her now, Meandering around an island of souls, Who let water take them in. She is love and grace and solitude. No lanterns, just the light of her yellow eyes, The jewel of the alwaysReturning footsteps. Sinking in the sand, conscious of losing ourselves. Seawords, December 2012 Page 11