Sea Wall, French Plaza, Panama

by Margaret Flanagan Eicher (1948)

We sat on the wall turning our backs to the sinking sun,
turning our faces to the dark bay.
We could see below us the teeth of rock
from which the sea had withdrawn its lips
and feel that great life throbbing out there
full of its minute universes.

And while you held me
I stretched my feet out over space
and walked!