As from any blue horizon
silently growing
waves approaching
sharpening, then foaming
as they fold on and into themselves
submit yourself to the dark water
embrace the chill
for there is nothing more natural
than the cadence of grief
Dive under, lest you be carried
spluttering to the rocky shore
submerge in the raw power
now rumbling above
swirling around your buoyancy
pushing you deeper still
to where your saltiness
can commune with the swaying sand
and loosen that knotted heart
