Photo courtesy of NASA's image library
Sea
We never save it all. We let
it all fall apart. We never
let it come back,
we watch it drip
through fingertips,
wet sand spillingout of the sea's eye.
It cries on the land
it once knew
to be easy, trustworthy,
true. It cries after
its corral castles
and gilled girls
floating no longer
in control.
