American Life in Poetry: Summering in Wildwood, NJ
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. For Kayleb Rae Candrilli, as for many of us, the dramatic change of setting — in their case, the arrival at the coast facing the grand Atlantic — can shift our sense of being in significant ways.
For the poet, their affirmation “that lines are always changing” brings a certain comfort. Even more significant is the epiphany that ends the poem: “the tide tells me/ my body can morph/ as many times as it needs.”
“Summering in Wildwood, NJ” celebrates the fluidity of our changing human bodies by connecting them with the defiant fluidity of nature.
Summering in Wildwood, NJ By Kayleb Rae Candrilli
in a few days, i’ll be on a beach so bright i can see the sun through my fingers,
each thin vein lit up blue like a heron’s leg.
this poem is not so much about a beach as it is about arriving,
blowing stop signs until the coast affirms
that lines are always changing, and the tide tells me
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. For Kayleb Rae Candrilli, as for many of us, the dramatic change of setting — in their case, the arrival at the coast facing the grand Atlantic — can shift our sense of being in significant ways.
For the poet, their affirmation “that lines are always changing” brings a certain comfort. Even more significant is the epiphany that ends the poem: “the tide tells me/ my body can morph/ as many times as it needs.”
“Summering in Wildwood, NJ” celebrates the fluidity of our changing human bodies by connecting them with the defiant fluidity of nature.
Summering in Wildwood, NJ By Kayleb Rae Candrilli
in a few days, i’ll be on a beach so bright i can see the sun through my fingers,
each thin vein lit up blue like a heron’s leg.
this poem is not so much about a beach as it is about arriving,
blowing stop signs until the coast affirms
that lines are always changing, and the tide tells me