Everyone Has a Poem About the Sea

Brittany E. Short

The sea is full tonight
with knarred forests, amber
seaweed and kelp ropes,
a dark liquid of currents.
Thick and slow I found it
sucking the dock's barnacles
like a loose tooth, luring

the posts of the waterfront
homes to become more sea
than land. Far out in the depths
it's thumbing broken glass
into smooth beads of faith,
tight instruments of prayer.

I wonder what will be the broken
offering on the fine sand
and muck alike, in the morning
when no one has yet come
to search the altar for the morsel
of raw beauty

There is a deep longing
within me to join it,
the ebb and flow, the stretch
and breadth of being,
to no longer be one
unified thing, but to break
apart, to scatter, like a million
thinking pebbles on the ocean
floor, bold bodies settled

in sand and empty shells
no longer large enough
to hold the self and home.

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