ALL AT SEA

There's a great gash, gapes  in my gut,
one in my heart as well.
There's a wide open mouth, it screams,
Hear me, help me. But no one hears and no one helps.

I go deeper underground
As I dig, scratch and scrape, for a place on this earth,
a cave or a hole to hide in.


There are hot tears, and soft screams, they turn to haunted howls,
of pain, of loss, of grief, loud enough to shake the heavens,
to rip up the land, enough to toss and torment the seas.

Waves, swell and burst upon the empty shell of me.
Dump a shoal of needs, within the beach drift,
on  the shore then recede,
leave behind, a mass of broken bits.
Now, up, and off! over the hard wet sand,
I make my butterfly dash.

Towards the sound of the the magical shell, that
is breathed into life, with the breath of the ghost urchin,
up ahead.
Where the jewelled thread  swings wide from the sea,
 hovers over the the urchin ghost, and glows
like a lit lantern, within a jewelled eye.

Tushie   1974-2012