Poem 25

It was the ocean that came to me
In a dream apologizing for unhappiness
With her own moon tides to blame
For the uneasy shore
There I weapt
With her
Searching my skin for answers
Finding only cruel aloe-d sunburns to pacify our melancholy
She calls to me from where I stand
—wherever the water goes—
Sending her best in rain and snow
Hoping these precipitative love-notes will be enough
She’s almost right, like an afternoon alone covered in sand
Wishing for another life;
                                    We all belong to the sea.
–ECW