A Farewell

• Jemimah Thompson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2011

There is a sweetness in Goodbye
As the last gust of a stale wind
Blows the sea spray to our lips.
Something good is there behind us
Back, by the fearless meeting of oceans
These waves that rise and fall in
Spontaneous unity, instantaneous in
All that ever is; now was.
We still hear the roar - it’s something distant
Carried barely
Across this mute expanse.
We find ourselves here, now; sweetness
Carried barely
Upon the last gust of a stale wind.
If we keep walking far enough
We will meet the sea again.