Mourning Song

Mourning Song
the first from Figure Eight Island
June 17, 2009

Foam, white and wondrous,
frothed upon the sand,
becomes small clusters of fading bubbles
that disappear under the next surge--

Crush my sparkling moments on earth.

My glory will only gather
into a stagnant, yellowing fringe
above the waterline.

Your glory is the thundering sea.
Wash me back into the waves.
Renew me in the white caps,
the glistening patchwork
on the turbulent ocean-green,
the splash and splendor
of the foamy crash.