(Timely find of an unposted poem.)
I woke up this morning
and wrote an email–
I wrote a sincere email
to a bitter heart, who’d forgotten
what the real struggle was, if
there really was one.
I woke up and wrote an email
that will probably pass, their port
like a ship in the night, unnoticed
in the darkness of their harbor,
where the buoy is bouncing.
I stood for a few moments
on the harbor floor, at that shore.
The lighthouse out,
walled in by darkness–
rough waves beating against her
and a fog horn sounding
in the distance, striving
to reach
the shore
unharmed.
Suddenly, and unprompted,
tears welled up,
in that ocean where unseen
small drops of
uncircumcised,
untheorized
and unrelenting
thankfulness
for this day
breathed in the salt sea air
of my own harbor
of my own port
to see the light on there
shining, brighter than before
and knowing a larger sea
which embraces it all.
Reflection: One more time in life someone regurgitated a storm to drop down on me, but they missed, and all attempts at kindness became malformed within their grip. They’ve been at sea too long. Sometimes there is nothing you can do, but let their ship sail away on the rocky waters of its chosen path.