May 15 2013 – Homesick

dear ocean.
I am sick.
There is a pounding in my head like the sound of a death march.

I am not well.
I am cold in the summer and the sunshine makes me sleep.

I am sinking,
teach me the secrets of buoyancy,
i am not ready to go down yet.

my lovely ocean…
my fingers cannot find you,
my nails break off against the reef
and you are still beyond my reach.

sweet ocean..
I find you always in the taste of my tears.
even after all these years…
i haven’t seen your shores since i left home,
but my sadness traces your coastlines in salt down my face.


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