This poem is dedicated, in friendship and gratitude, to the memory of Sgt. Joseph Tomaselli, New Hanover (Pa.) Police Department.
On the southeastern horizon,
The storm looms, gunmetal gray,
Riding the massive swells
Like a mad horseman.
On shore, shoppers
Hoard food and prepare
To hunker down. Their headlights
Slice the unnatural twilight,
Bringing to many a heart
A twinge of holiday nostalgia.
On the beach, wind-driven sand
Stings his face, yet he strides
Headlong into the gale--
Resting in the shadow of the clouds,
Lulled by the sway of the sea,
Trusting in the sunrise at the other end.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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