Sea Swirls
Distance and innocence belie the notion,
emotion, motion,
of motherhood.
First-time pregnancy sought
solace in the ocean's simultaneous
peace, restlessness,
moods inseparable.
Unity becomes duality,
salt stings.
Tentative fingers reach out,
test depths.
Sea curls, croons around
rock edge.
Changeable though. At times
fingers of rock find emptiness,
she's out
and they, exposed,
cry
when they think of her.
Later, whipped herself by winds
that cannot change the shape of rock,
she froths, foams, fumes,
sends herself crashing as she tries
to mould them into shape.
Mirror, mirror, of the sea,
tell me what you see
in me
today?
BY JEANETTE JONES
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