By Terese Coe
Say what you said in the car last night,
say a little more.
We are the sea with a crested wave
drawn to a distant shore.
As once we lived in rivers
as once we tumbled to seas,
as once we knew by scent and sense
the gift of human ease.
We are the silver in the salt,
the gleeful and the grave,
both breath and decimation,
the holy and the save.
Terese Coe’s poems, translations, and prose appear in Cyphers, Poetry, Threepenny Review, the TLS, and many other publications. Her collection Shot Silk was shortlisted for the 2017 Poets Prize, and her poem, “More” was heli-dropped across London for the 2012 Olympics’ Rain of Poems. Terese lives in New York, in the U.S.