Adrift at Sea

adrift at sea

Jude Kyrie

my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.
my soul is adrift 
on a becalmed sea.
This sailors wife has
knitted his death 
into his sweater.
the sea shall swallow me.
Unoticed with its infinite greed.
The cloudless sky
will take my poems
and recite them in sea winds
from a place on high.
the verses now melt 
Into a single sound.
my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.