"Taste of salt on my fingers..."

Taste of salt on my fingers,

that’s how

I like it:

the line of sea rising

above the dark-green pine,

the sea meeting

the horizon,

so always the eyes are lifted higher,

the pulse buoyed upward

with them

So it

should be for us all—

From "Sea-Map" by Hilda Morley. Read the complete poem and see it in its proper shape here.

Ins Meer Schreitende, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 1912