Saturday, April 17, 2010

If Not For This Ocean

And having found
The plane in chunks
Those track marks
Upon what dawn

Comfort us confront
The world with
The things that
Should have been

If not for this ocean
Between consequence
And actions what
Gives life to us

If not for this ocean
Between conscience
And what survives
The dead as wreckage
Revived by semblance.

1 comment:

Imola said...

Lovely poem! the image of an ocean between...what should be opposite, yet are similar..