DEPTHS OF LOVE The waves slap the sand, always mocking me, The ocean sneers yet invites my intrusion, The coldness wraps its fingers around my ankles; I can taste salt in the air and I Feel the wind pushing me toward the vast blue. I stand at this shore every day And wait for the arrival of him, my love, Who left, saying it was for a simple trip, And promised he would come back. I’ve stood in the sand since, waiting, The wind’s piercing across my back. I hear the waves slap as they mock, Whisper and call my name And say he is not coming back. I loathe loneliness and its closeness And the wind keeps pushing me harder. Sometimes I listen to the whispers That tell me now to walk in. The waves have turned into open arms And say that being with them will relieve my weeping Eyes and are so welcoming I want the pain gone, The wind a supportive hand over my back. The cold is pricking at my skin. It feels like kisses. The wind is guiding me to my new love, The waves engulfing me with their comfort As the water covers my head and I feel found, My heart repaired by the depths of this blue love.
Art and literary journal of University of Jamestown, Jamestown, N.D.