Sea

 

Sea

 

 

 

To gaze—

is to wait for hope,

to lose myself

among the masts.

Yet the sea—

returns the color of memory,

casting it back

in waves,

repaying the night.

The sea means—

I loved you,

raw,

salted,

bare.

I crushed small crabs,

summer in my hands,

a child—

bloodthirsty

against fragile things.

To wait now means—

I sought redemption:

I drowned the guilt,

buried the grievances,

drew visions

in the sand.

I set a course

to your Atlantis.

Tomorrow—

a new day.

Life with tempests,

death with calm.

I write this to you.

To sign it means—

I know my drowning,

adrift,

a random pilgrimage

onto the rocks

of despair.

No note.

Only one carving:

I drown

in the boundless sea.