A Cargo of Green Hearts
my heart breaks every time I touch the sea.
all these comings and goings, the tides
with their silver breath, the many-doored
fog in which all directions are one
the long sunrises that evaporate night.
the sound of gulls penduluming the air
chip all my memories into little pieces.
I will throw that glass into the waves.
the brine of saltmarsh leans inland
to touch my nose with the tip of its
dense tongue. it tastes like the sex
of primitive gods. the tidepool is
full of secrets. starfish are
stitching this fragile earth together.
if you meet me here, anything could
happen. we could get lost in it.
a hundred thousand years ago
the ancestors of whales returned
to the sea. they never came back.
their voices lengthened, their word
for yes stretched into hours, so long
so quiet you could lie down on it.
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