Written by Lija Geller
In my heart I am the collector of all things small and broken –
sea glass made smooth by the touch of the sea
mostly green with bits of brown,
bundles of twig held up
as an offering to the sun,
and two brown eyes like soil rising up to catch me
when I fall.
I am bearing the burden of being
a gift from the sea.
Rolling waves inside of me curl
into spirals forming hands
that cup each ear
listening for echoes from the past
that answer questions…
Is it easier to be the dolphin that rides
or the wave?
Is it easier to be the light in the dark
or the cave?
Build me up a new shell that blooms and uncoils into the center of life itself.
I’ll circle towards the ocean
with hands open in prayer,
promising never to return
to land again.