A wall of ocean teases our feet
We warm each other on the cold beach
In the setting sun skin is softer than sand
Your heart is far away
Where your mother is dying
Deep in your heart
A wound you can pour prayer or alcohol over
But it never heals
Hard as a shell, spiraling inward
Your children are drifting like continents
Time is precious
There is a world to explore
And there you are, looking at maps
