We, who dot
the parched land, need oceans
of resiliency to sustain prevailing winds
that we might grow in courage
that we might not grow old
before our time
We watch as tides
come in-go out, but rarely do we
seek the comfort of the sea
to show us mercy, refresh us
so that dreams do
not run dry
Breathe in—absorb her wisdom,
each ebb and flow spills out a melodic mantra—
a universal mother,
she carries off upon her crests
the fears a cynical world provokes—
as we breathe out
With every breaking wave,
each shift of current washes us
as we become reborn
destined to become her children—
powerful
free
This poem appears in Theresa’s poetry collection, Shy, published by Finishing Line Press.
New England Memories 