Sunday, October 5, 2008

I Remember the Sea

I stand
my feet in the surf,
my toes in the sand.
My skirt clings to my legs;
my hair whips at my face.
I turn my eyes to the endless horizon of waves.

You never came.

I speak.
There is no response but
the growl of the sea.
A new wash of foam swirls at my feet.

I stand and I glare at the tempest I once called home.
I grab my hair and wrestle it back into a bun
and I tie it there.
Loose strands immediately defy me;
wiggle about my face.
I hug myself close, just as defiantly,
and stare into the empty gaze
of the compassionless sea.

It is not a far-away look that plays;
It is not the look of the sea reflected in my eyes
in my face
anymore.

I am angry.

You never came.

You promised me.
You promised me first, you know.
But I released you from that promising
didn't I?
I let you go.

God let you go.

And that is who I have to blame
in this broken, empty, wind-swept place
inside
How I want to scream and hate
the salt-tinged, heart-eroding tide.
But the ocean didn't take you.

You just never came.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Who?

The ocean calls
and when it does,
what name does it use?

The trees whisper;
but when they do,
who do they whisper to?

These lips smile
kiss, speak
from whence do they beguile?
These eyes seek
but can't see
who is watching all the while.

O, to be the sea, the trees
the whisper or the kiss
O, to know my name, my heart
the eyes whose gaze
I miss


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Snow Shoes

God, give me snow shoes
so I can walk through the cold
I'll stop praying that winter will go
Give me the fortitude
to press on and be bold
to appreciate what YOU chose

Amen