Yesterday I read a poem called “Hosanna” by Ginny Lowe Connors. I noticed that the poem was one long sentence, fourteen lines long (but not a sonnet), and asked a question along with a ton of imagery. I decided this was my next mentor poem.
Today I visited the beach. I think this is only the second time since school got out, which is a crying shame, but there it is. I wrote my Hosanna poem. Hosanna means many things: adoration, praise, joy, deliver, save. It all applies.
My poem and photos to support are below. August is upon us. Enjoy your day!
July 31 Hosanna
I wonder if I will remember this morning
waking at 4:20, to the beach by sunrise,
the high tide on the way out, a cool breeze
blowing, two pelicans in the sky, smooth clouds
and brilliant sun over the mangroves, hundreds
of shore birds, a Great Blue Heron on the end
of a mud flat meditating on the southern horizon,
morning glory vines decorating the sandy edge of the path,
a little red crab making his getaway, and my shadow
with me, walking past a community of Ruddy Turnstones,
on to the end where the stream from the bay enters
the mangroves to nourish and replenish,
the last day of July, joyfully saved by my own stillness
and willingness to see.