start when a human finds themselves
on a precipice
How many others have stood here,
on crumbling earth specked
with unruly wildflowers bright like summer sun
Fleeting in the presence of the ancient ocean
An elder weighed down to E
arth by the stories she carries
In fathomless placid depths.
Humans broke her and gave her many names
From Atlantic to Pacific
She was never ours to conquer.
It was never up to us to decide she is not whole
as she is.
How many souls has she carried away
to the final place?
I see my body
strewn on the rocks below
When they know that I am gone
she has already claimed another
in the waves of her receding tide.
I sleep in midnight waters
where stars don’t shine
Sorrows that chained me to the Earth
have no hold on me here
I am weightless in her embrace.