Salt-Water Church by Helen Losse
The salt-water Atlantic lies over that ridge.
I am here to soak in the sea—
to cleanse my soul & wash myself
of the detritus. Earth has become
a place that takes so much
from me and gives so little back.
I walk toward the water’s edge,
flip-flops in hand. I dip one toe in.
Baptized, I remember the beach
was the sight of Jesus’s last fish fry—
the one after He cried
the loneliest cry in all the world.