Outcast, by Louise Ayres Garnett

Outcast

The waters cast him out:
A toppled tower of ivory,
His naked body lies upon the sands--
Nameless,
Beautiful,
Unreachable.   Like a cloudy breath
The Seeking-thing within him
Has gone forth
To claim identity.   I cannot weep as I see him--
Beautiful,
Venturesome,
Stripped and free.

poems.one - Louise Ayres Garnett

Louise Ayres Garnett