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The Weight of a Minute

A Poem

Published on:
October 8, 2020
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The waves pull back the minute kids start their chase
the seashells follow tumbling toward the water
hungry for one more sip before it is time to sleep.

Why has the sky not shown this orange all day?
The blue reflects, brightens the water on the sand
but no one is looking.  Orange is power and we cannot

help but notice before it fades, before the world
goes dark, before the next wave comes and we forget.
The plastic pail full of wet sand salt air

echoes the laughing, splashing, low roar of waves
crashing as my grip tightens the handle for balance.
Time still ticking even though this is a picture

of gratitude too deep, sand stuck in my stomach
grinding as it finds the right words to persuade
how happy I am in this moment— motion

even though we beg it to stay, our finger threatens
on the shutter, but its images just left to age.  All
we have to dive ocean deep shell wide in a minute.

Abigail Rudibaugh
Abigail Rudibaugh calls Cincinnati, Ohio home alongside her husband and two young daughters. A literary enthusiast at heart, Abigail spends her early mornings crafting poetry and the rest of the day looking for poems. She can be found writing on her instagram @pocketsoflovely.

Cover image by Zhisheng Deng

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