salvage
this is about getting lost and being found (or being lost and getting found)
it is also about my son and his mother.
once upon the water
you found yourself
at sea, caught up
in the eye of a storm
you clung for dear life
to the wreckage
of your history -
sink or swim
you cried,
your grip losing out
to the flood tide.
washed up, flotsam
on a foreign shore,
gathered up, taken in
by a singular stranger
offering new meanings
for old rope,
alms for a new life.
the scope
for misunderstanding
is wide,
purposes often cross,
but word
by whispered word,
a living universe
translates itself
in answer to your prayers.
sound again
in stucture
and skin,
you take back
to the waves,
this time ready
to make time
good.
deliriousgirl
Absolutely stunning! It speaks to me in volumes that you’ll never know. I love the layers of past and present! Please—wrote more stuff!
LOVE AND PEACE, jen