revelation
warm currents
swirl around you
sudden shifts
of cold stiffen skin
over and
again you are pinned against the reefs
fear rising
like fingers of coral.
you were
not made for this place.
you have met the
eyes of sailors trapped in sunken ships
stayed beside
them until stillness replaced grief
offered
what comfort you could
your tears
murky brine.
no
wooden hull holds you
no anchor
to this sandy floor
yet you
are tethered
left to
wonder what or who
might still
your grief
release
you from this dark surrender
shafts of light
pierce water’s surface
as if to
pull you to the blue above
an ancient
call beseeches
dream grow
wings rise
© Cheryl
Latif
September 2003
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