Tangled by Marjory Heath Wentworth

Tangled

by Marjory Heath Wentworth

We return to hear the waves

rolling onto the beach

one after the other

connecting us like blood.

We were listening long

before we came here,

remembering wind

spinning salt

through interrupted sunlight.

This is a place

where dreams return

as fishbones

tangled in seaweed.

Whatever sorrows come

are folded into the sea

rinsed clean and kept - 

unbearable secrets.