Growing up

So much ocean
in little me
so much ocean
waves crash in
so much water
in little planet
so much rain
in little human

so much loss
in little sea
so much gain
on the beach
so much sun
on my skin
so much light
I can see

so much burnt
in little time
so much ache
in little life
so much pain
in little body
so much hurt
in little mind

so much anger
in little chest
so much angst
in little breath
so much love
little receiving
so much giving
little returning

so much saying
little doing
so much talking
little digesting
so much ambition
in little me
so much future
in a little growing

so much loss
in little sea
so much gain
on the beach
so much sun
on my skin
so much light
I do see.

Seafarer

I own one harbor
where vessels seek refuge
from rough waters,
where jittered sails
find a calm shore
to unload
merchandise from
a transcontinental route.

My harbor
cooks to fill an empty stomach
dries to warm a shivering body
sings to loosen the stiff and weary.

I am a seafarer, and I own one harbor.
My harbor is my mind,
from which
I dream and set sail
map out unfamiliar marine
captain whirlpools, rain or shine
emerge
though weather-beaten,
glam and vibrant always.

My harbor-
I find a bed of roses.

Mast tall and sail taught
I am anchored before the next voyage.
The seafarer is able
only because
my harbor harbors.