questions to the ocean

I asked questions to the ocean

Her answers came in memory.

My sister dancing by grandma’s kitchen table

Dad, in silence, watching the rain

Secrets scribbled on the slats of our bunk beds

The Calamity Jane VHS tape,  again

A patch of snow without a single footprint

Her hands combing through my hair

In the fold of each of these sea-inspired memories

I found my answers, each one of them, there

-b

September 14, 2020

Photo Credit: Issara Willenskomer