My Secret Love of Spindrift

My Secret Love of Spindrift.

When my secrets are all told

when I am old

when I hold fast to the truth

and thereby loose my fast holding

of this one swift moment

of the truth

scurrying

from me

as it chases spindrift

running fast and far

before wind and sea

that meet and embrace

and hold me in arms

of blue and white and mist and right

of spray and air and crest and prayer

of lead grey and iron grey and steel grey

of pockets full

of water-wet black slippery stones

that weight me down

as I step into the swift flowing current

my secrets spill from me

unbidden

unheld-back

like spray blown from the crests of waves

by the wind

water turned into mist atop waves

blown

like scraps of paper

holding truths

that disappear

and disintegrate

as quickly as they are told …

©Karen Adler, 2015

Spindrift : spray blown from the crests of waves by the wind; driving snow or sand. ORIGIN: early 17th cent. (originally Scots): variant of spoondrift, from archaic spoon ‘run before wind or sea’ + the noun drift.