What’s that you carry on your back?
The black stone of my story.
What do you keep under your tongue?
A song my mother taught me.
What are you gripping in your fist?
A ship the sea has broken.
What can I see behind your eyes?
The sky, a star, an ocean.
Blue sky, a star, an ocean.
Let go the stone. Forget the song.
They only weigh you down.
Release that weather-beaten boat.
It will not float again.
Trust your eyes. The sky is wide.
The stars will always guide us.
Salt water’s our most ancient part,
A dark sea deep inside us.
An ocean deep inside us.
Published in Brittle Star, 2020