An ocean wave
Blue and curling
On the move
Racing to break
Upon the shore
And then to be gone
Forevermore
Only to be followed
By another wave
Waves born
Miles from shore
Sons and daughters
Of raindrops and wind
Animated by the moon’s
Magnetic pull
And a part of something
So much larger
Than they could ever dream
(If waves had dreams)
They bury themselves in the sand
When they die
And no one grieves them
When they’re gone.
The sand takes them in
Without protest
Because they are family
That’s what family is
Supposed to do
But no longer so
In these silicone days
Family and blood
Mean so little anymore
My dad was a glacier
And my mom was a star
So what am I then?
What am I?
A wandering wind
That blows through the cosmos
Aimlessly it seems
But there is a purpose
To my wanderings
That can’t be explained in words
I need a new language
Or an old one
Long forgotten
Like messages
Drawn on the ancient caves
I will write it with flames
In the night sky
So you will only know it
If you’re there with me
Before my words disappear
You, with eyes dark blue
Like the waves
Breaking in my heart.
By Marguerite Loise Bryant