Surgery of the Sea
This poem was brought to my attention by a fellow reflective soul and humanitarian photojournalist Ying Ang:
The surgery of the sea by Erica Jong
At the furthermost reach of the sea
Where Atlantis sinks under the wake of the waves,
I have come to heal my life.
I knit together like a broken arm.
The salt fills in the crevices of bone.
The sea takes all fragments of my lives
& grinds them home.
I wake up in a waterbed with you,
The sea is singing & my skin
sings against your skin.
The waves are all around us & within.
We sleep stuck to each other's salt.
I am healing in your arms.
I am learning to write without the loss of love.
I am growing deeper lungs here by the sea.
The waves are knives; they glitter & cut clean.
This is the sea's surgery.
This is the cutting & the healing both.
This is where bright sunlight warms the bone,
& fog erases us, then makes us whole.
The surgery of the sea by Erica Jong
At the furthermost reach of the sea
Where Atlantis sinks under the wake of the waves,
I have come to heal my life.
I knit together like a broken arm.
The salt fills in the crevices of bone.
The sea takes all fragments of my lives
& grinds them home.
I wake up in a waterbed with you,
The sea is singing & my skin
sings against your skin.
The waves are all around us & within.
We sleep stuck to each other's salt.
I am healing in your arms.
I am learning to write without the loss of love.
I am growing deeper lungs here by the sea.
The waves are knives; they glitter & cut clean.
This is the sea's surgery.
This is the cutting & the healing both.
This is where bright sunlight warms the bone,
& fog erases us, then makes us whole.
© Brenda Bravo 2011
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