Chasing Clovers

• Cassidy O'sullivan, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2009

Chasing Clovers

Lying here in the clovers and dunes
I know not how I shall return to life;
Return to all I know
My spirit is held here in dewy grip.

My very soul breathes in;
Breathes in the fragrance of the earth
The tears of the sky, the salty air
The dew on my fingertips.

The shivering sand
The vague tickle of grass, the lilt of gulls
The velvet of the evanescent clover
And the fleeting moments of happiness
The grass seems to cling to me
To hold me close, and I drink in
The intoxicating scent of being;
This must be my elixir.

Something has stirred in me
And in this strange, fleeting life
I know I will never
Stop chasing clovers.