lost at sea

Lost at sea

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