ENTREATY TO THE SEA

When your grandmother

decided for care and comfort

and laid a string of pearls

across an ocean

it's open depths

yawning the unknown

a depth you could not follow

So you said your prayers

beneath cerulean heavens

and bribed the Norse god of independence

to gather the shards

of your broken soul

After a while,

you stopped seeking her

behind half-closed doors

beyond dimly lit corridors

where patterns in the rug

became the songs of mystics

Then you implored

the enchanted air

to carry the hymns of loss

so that her ears would know

the weighty sound

of your sunken grief

and still how you miss

the image of her face

sweetly carved

by the haunting wind

upon the rocks