secret locket poem for the sea
Wednesday, July 7th, 2010My father built me a boat.
A small wooden boat
to ride on the back of the sea.
Sea roads, sea houses,
sea bridges, sea fields
breaks open like white flowers.
Break me with the rhythm of water
the tide
the tide breaks a thousand orange mornings.
The ocean records this rising, this falling.
My little boat sinks deep, deeper than
a deep sea diver.
My father’s […]