untitled.

i came from       the ocean

and       the ocean       is where we

return when life on earth

becomes a burden.

my mother returned to

the water       when i was young,

i think i was her burden. i

sent postcards twice a day,

i wanted to hear her voice

bubble through the waves

to me. i addressed them to

the sea           hoping

they would drift to her and

land gently on her lap.

they were always gone in

the morning. i found them

years later in a closet- top

shelf- after my father

swam away.