Beach Combing

Back at home

you're close to death

filled with deep sea-revenge.

I drag my hands

along the sand

taking time to

move my weeping feet

realizing nothing you wrote

was ever honest

thick smoke

fades easy

from your red brick chimney

and you can't even speak to me.

I found dull glass,

dead crab,

and starfish arms.

I want to tell you there is life

in everything,

but I have no evidence

of this truth.

I want to tell you there is life

in everything.

Even though kelp shrivels,

the tide runs it smooth

deep green in swimming blue

Sometimes I pretend He is dead

I wait for His body to

roll in

I prepare to watch as He bakes

on the shore like hot salt

but every morning He walks up to me

whispering:

there is life in everything

there is life in everything

I want to tell you there is

life in everything.