• Communion at Lovers Point

    by Edward Jarvis

    They have cordoned off this
    cove a mile west of the pupping
    grounds. No other in recorded
    history has come here to give birth.
    The harbor seal and her
    newborn stir with the swelling
    dawn-light, the tiny mizzle
    seeking a teat as they lie a
    linear fathom from the waterline.
    A gathering of humans witnessing
    on the low cliff above the popular
    community beach surrender
    the long claimed territory for what,
    in situ, has been reclaimed for
    these few days, the suck and slurp
    of first communion a duet
    with the swish of tide on sacred sand.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on May 3, 2013

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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