My message for the salty breeze,
in regards to my mother: "Our
relationship has waxed and waned,
like the tides and the moon, from
love to hate and back hither.
Time is like sleep, slow and sweet,
or I suppose a morning calm; it
has dulled the edge of the blade
that has scalped out our path.
I laugh at how clumsy our surgeon
has been. What a clumsy, ill-fitted
path we have all tread. I admit two
things however. One: I wouldn't
have had my life any other way. Two:
despite the tragedies, the suffering,
the ignorance, I am drawn to you
as I am tied to the sea. Constantly restless,
churning over the chum of the
past. No matter the sway of the tide,
there is happiness to be found
within the messages of our
bottled lives." Away the wind,
to the sun, and the higher truth.