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I want to meet the ocean’s mother,
let her know how big and beautiful
her daughter is.
How scared I am to touch her.
Does she know how many boats she’s sunk?
Does she know she’s a mother to a murderer?
Or a grandmother to millions?
Is she proud?
People cluster in groups just to watch her move.
That is one way of loving— hungry,
watching, touching, feeling her love
The ocean talks about her at night.
I listen about their family dinners from my window.
Too close to hear. Too far to touch.
Her conversations keep me up at night.
I hear her mother call at dawn.
I feel the thousand broken boats under my feet
and imagine a family gathering.