The wind whipped my hair loose
and finally I removed the pins
that held it and let the wind free
it from my face. Soon Bridget joined me as I knew she would.
"They say the grass is like the sea," Bridget
said as she looked out at the waves.
Seals slipped into the water from the rocks that jutted out below the house.
I loved watching them. Laughed at their quarrels. Dreamed of
spending my days like they did, sunning on the rocks or cutting through
the water like wind through winter trees.
"How can the land look like the sea," I said.
I stooped to gather a handful of sand and placed it in a square of gingham.
I tied the samll bundle with a piece of net. Bridget said nothing
as we walked up the path to the house. The house where we were born.
The house my children were born in. It was hard to think of Mother
living there with Cousin Rachel Easter. I'd
never see either of them again, I knew.
