Sea Grass Supplication originally appeared in The Curator Magazine
I wish I could pray like sea grass,
near-silent with the power
to slice ocean gusts downto breezes, warm
their frigidity,comfort the weary
whose paths in lifecross mine. Sea grass
waves in joyoussupplication,
spindly pale fingers,dark wrists of root,
unaware of its vast reach—a triumph
of quiet insistence.
