Lure

Lure

For it's just March
and steam still
rises from
mossy crags
as the nights
call for sweaters
and morning runs
along tidal
pools are navigated
wearing
fleece-lined jackets.

Californians
dressed warmly
in down
patrol the shores
hand in hand
shaking their heads
at the Canadians
navel-deep in the
water.

As the heavy fog
lifts and
sunshine wakes yellow
rocks,
the sea beckons
land-locked
Albertans.

Blue licks
against
seashell sand
and I venture deeper
into the laughter
of the goading waves.

Lisa Murphy-Lamb